Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee
I feel like it's time for one of those authentic skeleton in the closet posts. How else can you ever relate to a writer if you never see a bone. Therefore I present to you: "Something I only share with my closest friends while drinking beers" (cheers): I had just graduated with a Bachelors of Arts in English Literature from the University of Tennessee - Knoxville. To celebrate I went out with a group of friends. And, looking back, by "friends," I mean that circle of people you associate with so you don't have to be alone. "Friends." We were in "Old City" at a bar on the corner called...(damn I can't remember). We were sitting at a circular booth like the ones in Pulp Fiction. Some random people came over to sit down with us. I was getting pretty, I dunno, not wasted, but all my sixth senses were gone. And, suddenly I realized my purse with all my cash and phone was gone. And, I went nuts in a panic. I ran to t...