I was at my grandmother’s house and was telling her that I had to get home because people were coming over to watch the fight. She asked me if I was going to pick up hoagies or some type of finger foods for my guest. I looked at her as if she had cursed at me. Did she just ask if I was providing food for my guest? My home is not a soup kitchen nor is it the Red Cross. Everyone invited was grown as well as physically and financially capable of getting something to eat for themselves. I provide one thing, and one thing only for my guest. And that’s plenty of….
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