“I’m hiding in Honduras, I’m a desperate man,
Send lawyers, guns and money, the shit has hit the fan.”
Thanks, Marcus:
“To watch the courses of the stars as if you revolved with them. To keep constantly in mind how elements alter into one another. Thoughts like this wash off the mud of life below.”
Meditations (Book VII, # 47)
Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!
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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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