707 FLORENCE BOULEVARD "Coltranes' on the stereo, pushing up the volume once again." -- Drive By Honky is where we used to go to buy beer back in high school. Used to just go to the corner liquor store until Vernon got smart and made us pick him up at his apartment. Always had to have an extra five dollars to get him his fifth of Skoal. The apartment, with its flaking light blue walls, smelled like a sweaty ass that hadn't been wiped. Todd Hanson wouldn't even sit on the couch until he passed out on it. We stayed-always stayed too long. There was no art on the walls, just his daughter's honor roll certificates and a turntable in the corner spinning 45s. We ate gizzards there. We drank and sang. We danced with Vernon's wife, until she talked dirty to us. And the night she asked Chuck Schmal to feel her up, and he didn't-the night she stabbed Vernon in the stomach because he couldn't get it up-was the last time we bought beer on a regular basis. By Jim Reese Anda Dark by Vali (with afro morphs) Dynamic skirt, nightie and blouse from svdl Freebie couch and lamp P5 Don with conforming junk (sorry I let those logos slip through) Dynamic hair and Kozaburo