As we were getting ready to leave Manhattan yesterday, the woman behind the counter observed that looking at my shirt made her feel like she was on acid.
I thought maybe the acid made my shirt look like she was on acid. Or was it the look that made her acid look like shirts?
She stared it long enough for a rabbit atoledo to pop out.
My mom bought that shirt. Yes, my mom still buys shirts for me. She gets tired of seeing my decade old threads.
My introduction to the Branding Iron was cool. Good people and nice little place. Thanks to Bethany and her parents for being so welcoming and to the bar for supporting live music.
Decided just to come on back to Barber County afterwards. Got in about five. Mom was awake.
Good morning, good night.