The last time I was visiting Shannon, Em, & Mustachio something horrible happened on the way home. When I pulled into their neighborhood my gas light came on. As I was leaving I asked Shannon where was the closest gas station. She gave me directions and I was on my way. It was about 10:30 pm. The gas station was new and well lit. Lots of people were doing business. I filled up the truck and went inside for a drink. I was in line behind one other customer when the bad thing happened. Continue reading “Where I find out definitively that I would be NO good in a hostage situation”
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