Jarod entered the Starbucks in fatigues; his hair perfectly buzzed and his spirit not yet calloused. He put in an order for a peppermint mocha and after a few moments he walked to a booth in the very corner of the café where he knew Anthony would be sitting. Sure enough, a young man was … Continue reading No Tags
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65 Mile an Hour Curve
A giant box of Tyler's painting supplies was in the trunk and he just felt that today was going to be a good day. It was this carefree attitude that stimulated the 65 mile an hour curve. About the time blue lights flashed, Tyler realized too late that the speed limit was not whatever he wanted it to be.
