Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug
We checked out of our cheap, suburban motel this morning. As we were loading our bags into the cavernous trunk of the Ford Taurus, a huge guy with dreadlocks and wearing a Baltimore Ravens jacket walked towards us excitedly. Now, to thoroughly complete the scene, this is a motel parking lot, isolated from the surrounding […]
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