Tonight I asked Micah if he would like to go on a drive with me.
Beer and axes flying through the air, what could go wrong?
Sometimes I leave out details that might upset someone who reads my blog – and believe me, there are times when I wish it was anonymous – sometimes I am writing it from the perspective of the person I want to be, maybe putting the cart before the horse.
Imagine my relief that wasn’t going to be a creep. Or a murderer. Or married. Seriously, all those options suck.
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