A night at the coffeehouse, or watch out for that church lady
OK, so I’ve had some bizzaro things happen to me while on the road. There was that town that we couldn’t get out of, no matter which route we took. We’d never have made it out if we hadn’t found a local guide. I stopped to use a Texaco bathroom, and we got a lift … Continue reading A night at the coffeehouse, or watch out for that church lady
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