Grams Was A Drunk

My grandmother always said" Don't lose your head Ness but, when a bitch with nothing going for her has a mouth that runs in ignorance, feel free to pop her in the bloody mouth." As she picked that bottle of whiskey up and took a long swig, nodding in agreement with herself.
I asked her often simply for the giggles of it "Grams what is the meaning of love?"
She'd take a long drag on that old cigarette, blow out a smoke ring and I'd bellow over coughing. She'd stare off into some unseen place and then finally say, "Love is when he sleeps on the couch because the smell of his feet is nauseating and you can't bare the sound of him sawing wood when he's snoring, but still kissing him before he brushes his teeth in the morning."
I'd fall over laughing at her perception. Grams was a drunk, Her notions were putrid, but I was a glutton for punishment.
"Go play outside grams has a hot date with jeopardy and that hunk from down the street Clive, he's not the best ratchet in the set but he will fix me up just fine." She said one day.
I remember becoming a wise ads and snickering as I mumbled under my breath.
Grams laughed at my opinion of sex early in life and said" one day you''ll want someone to knock your socks off and won't turn your nose at that lonely widow at the end of the bar, nice ass seeming to live in that old bar stool."
Funny I never believed a word that she said always asked questions, made comments to get replies I could snicker at....

But now...
I look across the bar at John sipping his gin trying to forget some broad that had went and stolen his soul..his heart only to kill herself with his gun and thus it ricochet and killed him a little too, and I thinks to myself...

He will do just fine as a bed ornament!
I take a good long hard swig downing my last shot of whiskey and made my way to make a move on him.

Grams was a drunk...but Damn that woman was wise.