You’re Never Too Old for Drive-Thru Road Rage
His eyes were wild, and thin wisps of his silver hair shuddered in the wind. “Fuck you!” he shouted while thrusting a Crypt Keeper finger in my face.
I write things. They usually sounded funnier in my head. Three time contributor to Houston's Bootown and their monthly Grown Up Story Time.
His eyes were wild, and thin wisps of his silver hair shuddered in the wind. “Fuck you!” he shouted while thrusting a Crypt Keeper finger in my face.