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?