“There’s a hot wind on my shoulder
And the touch of a world that is older”
Mexican Radio (wall of voodoo)
One experience and I always think of that song, headed to the coast for an afternoon of fishing…
Laetri edimus qui nos subigant.
— kramer wetzel
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And while we’re talking phones, more on the iPhone.
About the author:
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.
