When plans go awry
My cousin Chris is a good man who was like many other men in the world. He loved life, women and drinking. His hobby was to spend his hard-earned money on women and alcohol. He partied hard and drank even harder. He was jovial, hefty and had bronze-colored skin, with wavy brown hair and a sly smile. He was not academically challenged, but had not completed college because of what he called “social constructs.” I was sure he had, and still has no idea of where these words came from. He lived alone, but was a few blocks away from his mom’s house, where he had resided prior to that. Chris decided at one point in his life to find a woman, who would be so influential, that he would stop drinking and partying, just to please her. Most women found him annoying, but tolerated him nonetheless. Before he moved from his mother’s house, Chris went to a store one Saturday and met a woman who told him her name was Jennifer. She was attractive, intelligent and had a good body. He instantly felt a ...