We have determined, that yes, it was all my fault. I wore one of my “Jerry Springer: the Opera” shirts. And I walked into a scene from that opera. Just weird.
“There are no detours on the road to Grace.”
(Friday night, Cookie loaned me his Ninja, and for the first time in a very long time, I threw a leg over scooter and blasted around the block. I think I only broke about two laws, three at the max, and I got it into third gear, once. No harm, no foul.)
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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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