A Piece of Cake: A Memoir

by Cupcake Brown

“Friends are like buses,” I uncaringly replied as I took a hit off the joint, “if you miss one, sooner or later, another will come. The names of the routes change, but the destinations don’t. It will always cost something to ride—nobody rides for free. And, they’ll leave your ass if you don’t get with the schedule.”

“Practice makes perfect,” she said. “So be careful what you practice.”