This is based on a true story as told to me by Ginger. The names and some identifying factors have been changed, and some creative license has been taken, but the story remains. The pictures are from Ginger's personal collection and are used with her permission.
This is Ginger's Story. This is her truth.
Full of hormones. Vitality. High on shitty weed.
Plaid boxers peaking out of their too big jeans. It was meant to look haphazard, but it was purposeful, dutiful. Their shoes, sneakers, meticulously white. Serious business. Their hats. Fitted. Color coordinated with the hoodies. Yankees. Always Yankees. They had never been to New York. Hell, they had never been to Pittsburgh. Yet they sported the Yankees. Swagger. Domination. Riches.