The funeral was over and I had had enough of Aunt Enid's preaching so I left my grandmother's house and headed into downtown Lexington. The evening traffic had ended and I found myself trolling the back alleys of my childhood, remembering the old haunts that I'd visited when I was last here. I'd had such a good time growing up in Kentucky. We were poor but we always found some way to have fun. My cousin, Laurie, and I were especially close, being the same age and graduating the same year from the high school that we both had the bad luck to attend. We laughed through most of the ceremony, high on pot and went to the after parties together, having possibly the best times of our lives.
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