He winked at me and smiled as I returned my own, remembering my promise that I’d camp out for an hour before
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He winked at me and smiled as I returned my own, remembering my promise that I’d camp out for an hour before
As I walked in the store, I noticed this little 2-3 year old kid, eyeing my drink along my every step to the front register.
I wasn’t concerned about Jerry doing anything violently heroic because she told me he often talked a big game, but was afraid of his own shadow.
…it was a simple enough plan. While the audience was still piling in to their seats, a “fight” would break out…
…another episode in the life and times of me and my high school friends. This time, we went after churches.
“Are you gonna finish your food?” he asked as he extended his pointing index finger over my tray, stirring in mid-air towards the memory of my chicken…