Rejected horoscopes:
I was fishing, like that comes as any surprise, and I was about to pack it in for the evening, this was Monday night. Couple of little fish, nothing worthwhile, and I noticed a nice, big nightcrawler, wriggling on the ground. I picked it up, it squirmed, and since it was headed for the lake, and certainly to be fish food, I just hastened the process. Caught two more fish with that little feller. All’s well that ends well?
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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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