So I live in this city, in this home with my grandmother and mother. They have this garden with a few trees from which my grandma makes moonshine from their fruits. I don’t know exactly how many litres of alcohol she makes. She doesn’t give me not even a lil bit to taste or drink not one sip, glass but she gives it to my uncle every time he comes to drink. She also gives it to some men who come mainly as guests or to repairmen but for me not one bit.
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She sounds like a typical conservative grandma, like mine was, who believes no grandson of hers should be allowed to drink alcohol under her roof.
Are you 21 yet? Maybe she’s just being responsible. Studies have shown that people’s brains continue to develop into their mid 20s. And alcohol is bad for developing brains (why pregnant women should never touch the stuff). Anyway, wait til after you’re 25 and then you can pickle your brain like the rest of us. Not that it ever did me any good.
It’s a long story. I actually 27 and I live with these 2 relatives because I haven’t been able to live on my own because of some troubles I had/have. I’m like a kid, my life story involves some unsolved problems.
Oh I’m sorry, that just sucks. Ever try to make moonshine yourself? I don’t know how but it could be fun.
I’m not allowed
Perhaps you could ask for a sip?
Hmmm. . . Interesting proposition. Try this!
I tried
Cool story bro
Thanks, I have more