and so the days passed like any other
And I went places and did things. I hung out with people. I drove to a new town and was scared I’d die by the forgotten saloons and broken down buildings. I played guitar hero at a sausage-fest. I went to a museum and tried to make snide comments and was met by silence by [...]
Posted on April 22nd, 2008 by Babblin' Joe
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