Carney

One time I told all of my mates that this old man who drank moonshine in his wheelchair who was greeted us I said he was my uncle and so he went inside. His house sat on his couch. She was like we owned the place drink his moonshine and goon out of his goon bags, smoked all his weed and all his tobacco and watched him drop cigarettes and put the lid into his mouth. It was only till my mates were sketched out and they asked how I was related to the life of the pieces and my twin brother Ewan prematurely said would never see them.