Chapter One—A Day in the Life of John Watson
It was a fine summer day when John Watson awoke. He got out of bed and pulled on his finest pair of overalls. Then he put on is favorite cowboy boots.
After checking to make sure he'd perfected the shirtless-overalls look, he went to the bathroom and brushed his tooth. When he went downstairs, he discovered that his sister, Harry, was already awake.
"Hey, Harry," he said, giving her a meaningful look. "Pickup truck?"
She grinned a wide, gummy smile. "Pickup truck." (A/N: Maybe "pickup truck" will be their "always")
They raced outside as John told her, "I've got a whole gallon of booze in the back."
"Well, good thing I 'm wearing my best blue jeans," she replied excitedly.
Harry hopped in the back of the truck and hollered with glee as John turned the key, causing the truck to roar to life. She took a sip of booze then handed it to John, who took a refreshing gulp.
As they were driving, John spit out the window. Much to his delight, his final tooth flew out!
"Woohoo!" Harry crowed. "Would ya look at that! You're finally a man!"
John mustered up his gummiest smile and Harry grinned back, her lazy eye making her look so beautiful. She stuck her hand through the window and they intertwined all of their fingers except for the seventh—that one's for pinky promises.
What a great day, John thought as the breeze hit his shirtless chest. What a great day indeed.