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

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