A piece: of my mother after church
- Bexx: I miss you. I can’t wait for you to come home so I can have someone to drink with.
- Bexx: I can’t wait to come and booze up your place.
- Bexx: Your dad and I are bored so we are going to Esther’s to eat, but I’m not hungry so I’m just gonna get a margarita. I feel like drinking.
- Bexx: Are you a drinker?
