THE JAMES CHARADE
JAMES B. MCLAUGHLIN
Copyright 2005 by James B. McLaughlin
Cover image courtesy of Sergey Yakovlev & Dreamstime.com
Cover by Joleene Naylor
The last time I remember driving the porcelain bus I was nineteen years old. It was during a fraternity party where I’d managed to guzzle a half-gallon of purple passion, hoping to impress my date. It was then that I first discovered the feeling of being blind drunk. I’m not sure who made the vile concoction, but the mixture of vodka, grain alcohol, grape juice and sugar almost did me in. It’s no surprise the young lady I invited to the party refused to speak to me again after that night.