My First Nashville Drunk

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Monday, 29 July 2013

I can actually remember the first time we went to the big city of Nashville, Tennessee. I walked with my parents downtown to see where the Grand Old Opry was on Saturday nights.

Then we went down Printer's Alley I think they said, only I don't remember seeing any printers but when I looked up to ask dad, dad wasn't there. I was holding hands with a drunk.

So I bawled and squawled until a policeman came. The drunk had ran away because I saw him fall head over ass through some garbage cans.

"Where's your Mom and Dad", the policeman asked me.

"I don snub know. Gone."

"Well, we need to take you to the station. There's just too many places down here for them to hide."

-I.B. Moleturd

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