I think I’m losing my mind. Actually, there’s no thinking about it. My mind was lost long ago.
I ventured outside Franklinton this weekend, which is always a roll of the dice.
I went to Seventh Son Brewery to pay my respects to Corey Carpenter, my former colleague who believed in my writing before any of you freaks reading this did.
The problem was I saw …
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