“This is excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune-often the surfeits of our own behavior-we make guilty of our disasters the sun, moon, and stars, as if we were the villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforc’d obedience of planetary influence, and all we are evil in, by divine thrusting on.”
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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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