John’s Liquor

OK, I’m officially drunk. I’m braiding my hair with a plastic fork from mickey dees. But that’s ok. At least the nosy old ladies across the street are none the wiser. I used to drink a lot of Corona and said ladies trek the neighborhood trash cans for aluminum cans and other recyclables. Since I have so many discarded beer bottles, I can just hear them talking about my drunk ass: «I’m glad that bitch drinks too much beer… look at all the money we make off her ass!!»
Well, fuck that. I switched to sangria. The one in the little fat cute jar. 4.49 a bottle here at John’s. I visit here daily to get my ghetto on, like scratchers and lotto tickets, spirits, smokes, and to say hey to the regulars that hang out in front. I like sangria as it ensures an afternoon nap, but something even.better. After I finish the bottles I soak them and remove the labels. Then I paint vibrant artwork on them, pair it with a hand painted beverage tote and my customers love it.
They never hit the trash.
Now I (in bold caps) make the profit on my drinking. The ladies across the street look at me and talk among themselves when I go to and from my ride, or when I’m walking with Daisy. «She stopped drinking… good for her, bad for us.»
Why the five stars. Well, don’t we have mad love for the local liquor store?