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Tampa Nights

            I can remember the first time I stood and watched those crumpled up old men roll their cigars. Their swollen and crooked fingers moved precisely from leaf to leaf and with such speed that I could barely tell where one leave started and another ended. Their glance was always downward as destemmed the leaves… Continue reading Tampa Nights

Friday nights, Madison Tap Room, German Mechanics

                As sure as the Popes Catholic I can guarantee before the clock strikes midnight tonight, I will find myself deep in the cups of beer, listening to classic rap and swapping stories with a German Mechanic about nothing in particular. Friday nights are for the living and I plan on doing plenty before the… Continue reading Friday nights, Madison Tap Room, German Mechanics