Playing Hooky

Sorry for light content today. I was skipping school. Spill invited me up to Laughlin, NV. Now, I had never actually *met* my longtime coauthor, so it was reasonable to presume that he wanted to murder me, bury my body in the desert, and assume my identity.  On the other hand, there was a small chance there would be some free booze involved. Which, happily, there was free booze, and no murder.


For Strength, For Courage.

7 thoughts on “Playing Hooky”

    1. Yeah, that was a little jarring. I’m going to assume that the place was simply so busy that the waitress hadn’t cleared the table from the previous low-rent occupants.

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