Joy Ride #80
The driver had been in a near-fatal accident several months, almost a year, before and he was now at the wheel of this ’76 Camaro taking six high and hysterically-laughing… Read more Joy Ride #80 →
Up Shit’s Tree Without A Ladder
I was about six-years-old. We lived in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, but frequently visited my dad in Marathon as he started up a business there. For a short time, he rented… Read more Up Shit’s Tree Without A Ladder →
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