“Oh baby please don’t kill me, you know I love you, I ran out of gas, I had a flat tire, I didn’t have cab fare, my tux didn’t come back from the cleaners, an old friend came in from out of town, there was an earthquake, a fire, a terrible flood — it wasn’t my fault!”
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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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