The discussion I was party to centered around a buddy’s desire to openly talk about some possibly painful and embarassing personal history.
We’ve all been there.
We got to joking about it, a little because some light humor can diffuse potentially painful processes, or, at least, leaven the distress.
Made me remember a recent purchase. I’ll have no truck wtih Halloweeen this year, having a formal event to attend, thankfully, no folderol and candy. But I did purchase a long-term ornament, at a dollar store, because I’m cheap, a skeleton.
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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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