Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, August 4, 2017, 9:45 a.m. Let’s say I want to get in touch with you. The options are endless. It doesn’t mean any of them work. I could send you an email. You would likely do what I often do: um, delete, delete, delete, save, delete, delete, delete … Then I …
Nightrider's Lament
"Why do they [write] for their money? Why do they [work] for short pay? They ain't getting nowhere and they're losing their share. They must have gone crazy back there." — Michael Burton (paraphrased)
