I finally prized the jesus fish from the back of my car, as I set off to go camp with the freaks and hippies on Friday. As I headed south on I35 in the rush hour traffic, my baby got sick. In fact the whole family got sick. My car decided to overheat intermittently, the […]
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Will my 30 dollar tent hold up to this weekend’s thunderstorms? Will beer and pop-tarts be enough? Will the freaks and hippies of the Texas burners get me confused, strip me nekked and paint me blue? Was changing the gap on my spark plugs in the rum-sodden darkness last night such a good idea? All
The house on 45th Street is two doors down from the church. This affords the residents ample parking. A large white sign on a pole announces that the church hosts a twelve step recovery programme. “How convenient,” I thought when I moved in, but have been studiously otherwise engaged throughout the sessions. Apparently such meetings
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