The words poured out of her as we were sipping our craft beers and snacking on items from the local taco truck nearby. I felt as though her words echoed even louder throughout the spaces in-between the young people playing corn hole in the Downtown LA brewery than the conversations that were taking place all around us.
I cringed as my sister retold stories about past events when I was young and mildly irresponsible. I buried my face full of embarrassment into the branded glass of, surprisingly tasty, avocado beer and interjected when I could.
“We’re not like this anymore though. I swear!” (more…)