“I was born in a toilet!” I howled with snot drooling out of my nose, I took another slug of vodka, followed by a swig of tequila.
Pei tried to make an angry face, but slammed her hand to her face to choke down a laugh.
“What on earth do you mean? And please, stop drinking!”
“I, I, found out I was born in a toilet, even worse, it was a liquor store bathroom… in Barstow.”
“You were born in a toilet in Barstow California, in a bathroom at a liquor store?” Her question came out as a calm slow statement.
“I just said that!” I snapped, looking around for a cold beer to sober me up.
“But, I thought you were adopted…”
“Adopted kids are born too, dumbass!”
And then we both laughed. She even opened a beer. Pei never drank.JOSH DOUGLAS