Get chased back to Austin, missed my ride in the best stretch limo – ever.
Sunday afternoon, the vendor with the rosary collection, he was trying to sell me a belt buckle from his table, ‘Yeah, Kramer, you need this. Look, usually, it’s only $220, but for you? I can let you have it for $300.”
Such a deal.
I had to dodge a “work” bullet as Bubba had wanted me to help weld, some type of action that involved manual labor, and I had to take miss on that. No hard work for me.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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