Monkey See, Monkey Do
Rain. That’s what greeted me when I hit The Peach. Rain. And not just a drizzle or a few drops. Sheets of torrential rain. At night. I’m following my friend who’s driving the U-Haul. (Insert lesbian joke here. But minus the lesbian. Because he’s a he, not a she. A gay he, but a he … Continue reading Monkey See, Monkey Do
