Tag: #votd

I thought this was great until the end. Back in my drinking days I might have thought the last scene was funny, but that was before I got sober and embraced my inner catlady.

A friend of mine married Oscar Zeta Acosta’s nephew. She never met Oscar: he had disappeared many years before. She did, however, meet Acosta’s parents, her husband-to-be’s grandparents. When they arrived at the tiny East LA house, the grandfather greeted them at the front door and demanded that they bring him two cases of Miller…