The Choices We Make

I wouldn't have been jumped if I lived at the foot of The Cross.

The Rooster crowed late yesterday as anyone reading this already knows. That was because I was jumped for the first time in my life.

As I have always said, I am due an ass-whipping. That didn’t make the bill any easier to cash. Especially considering I wasn’t talking shit in the first place.

My co-worker Mike and I were locking the bar. It was roughly 11…