The Pits: Turner and I slept in the tent until around 1:45am. He’d had an accident in his sleeping bag. He said it was just […]
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Motorcycles, Ceiling Fans, and Spewed Breakfast
In my defense, I only spewed when you were yelling, ‘Pay attention to PaPaw. Listen to PaPaw’s stories.’