When I was little, we lived on 8 acres and my mom had a horse. But when I was 7, my mom kicked my dad out, and then in order to feed us five kids, she got critters cheap or for free and raised them for food. We milked a cow, raised chickens, pigs and beef cattle. We heated our one-story house with wood and stayed cold all winter.
Everything I write is designed to be milked to the last drop of revenue.
Nobody has milked one performance better than me - and I'm damned proud of it.
I milked, of course, and did some work around the barn, and tried not to think about Brian, which was like trying not to breathe.