It took him a long time to see it but they actually looked down on towns without drive-in liquor shops.
“I cannot go to a bar when I have my kids with me in the car, but that is when I most need a drink,” she explained.
“It is just how we die — in cars with drunk drivers,” someone remarked in another conversation. “My best friend died that way at nineteen. And she had even gotten off drugs and alcohol by then. She was sleeping in the back seat when it happened, and she was the one who died.”
(No, I am not reacting well to being back in the United States; it seems so violent and desolate.)
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
How very sad.
Yes. It is sad. On the other hand, that’s life: lights and shadows. Let’s always look at the lights of life. Because we’re bound to make a difference.
It was our majors, having a reunion five years after graduation.
UPDATE: Continuation. Notes for it: my initiation to drinking and driving on the trip to San Antonio; bringing drinks into the movies; all of this was a long time ago. Another incident is, of course, my job interview. But we have to see where this goes.
I hope the incident was a happy one. Job interviews are kind of tricky situations. A mix of excitement and uncertainty. Change has almost always an unsettling component for most people. I, nevertheless, like change in spite of the inherent uncertainty. I wish you luck. You deserve it.
¡Gracias! But this is an interview 20 years ago — one where we carried open bottles on the street — that I am using for the story. (What I mean by “where this goes” is where the story goes.)