The kind of perspective a pitcher of PBR (and not being romantically involved with any of the men in question) gives you
Tuesday, September 6th, 2005When I was about eight, the guy down the street, Eddie, shot that season’s first big deer. I don’t remember how many points the buck was (for you city folk, that’s how many tips on its antlers), but it was big and beautiful. Everyone in the neighborhood congregated in Eddie’s garage to marvel at the […]