Lots Of Great People And One Arse
February 8, 2021
I met an arse this morning. I saw him in the mirror as I was combing my hair.
My commentary on Quartzsite was over the top. My mother always referred to Myrtle Beach as “honky tonk.” The seed was planted long ago.
I should have left it as a crossroads of people at a place in the middle of nowhere with great sleeping weather in February (the low was 46 degrees last night).