“Wake up, Benjamin. Wake up, brother man.”
I snap awake from my nap on my patio, look up at Hero Delicious Abbott, the fly in my ointment, the pain in my ass, the thorn in my side, my larcenous first cousin.
Tag: souvenirs
“Wake up, Benjamin. Wake up, brother man.”
I snap awake from my nap on my patio, look up at Hero Delicious Abbott, the fly in my ointment, the pain in my ass, the thorn in my side, my larcenous first cousin.
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