The Wood Chip Train Can

I woke up covered in a thick, wet, film of condensation from the crashing raindrops running rampant throughout the rough night, festering from the ambush of humidity. I glanced through the alcove of dripping...

Skinny Dippin’ and The Lost Wallet

The morning sky poked up over the lake with a blink of dim light and at 5 AM I found myself inebriated, patting every pant pocket, shuffling through my frayed jacket, and searching frantically...

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