Angel, Hard Lemonade, and the Angriest Rednecks

The scene is a familiar one, to me anyway: I'm leaving a party at a friends house in Hillsboro, Oregon with every intention of going home but my still "too-tipsy-on-shitty hard-lemonade-to-drive" ass got distracted by something shiny and ended up making questionable decisions that would absolutely for sure keep me off the "eligible to donate blood" list for a … Continue reading Angel, Hard Lemonade, and the Angriest Rednecks