My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

the language the day before. I was simply speaking it back to them.

A short time later, the sound echoed across the lake. Water erupted, then silence, then a steady rise of bubbles.

Derek walked out onto the deck in his pajamas, coffee mug in hand, and saw me standing near the ramp. He saw the water. He saw the empty space where his Mercedes had been continue reading …