A David Johnson, of many.
I went to a wedding the other day in South Texas.
If this sounds like a retread of a previous article, you’re obviously a good and loyal reader of my column, and God bless you.
Continue reading “Thankfully for my car, there’s no more sisters”
When we last saw Your Humble Narrator, he had just brought his vehicle’s resale value down by about two-thirds as the result of hilly terrain, a temporarily mobile home, high velocity and his own slow wit.
Also a guardrail. Also that.
But I was all right, and after checking under the now-bent hood, determined things looked alright, so I determined to drive on. I had a wedding in South Texas to get to, after all, and just hours to cover all the miles.
Continue reading “Something about dead flies and jars of perfume”
People often ask me what happened to the front of my car.
It used to be pretty, but for the past few months, the front near the license plate has been well-crunched.
So I say, “I was dodging a house.” Then they laugh and say, “It jumped right out in front of you, huh?” And I say, “Well…”
Continue reading “It was the bad karma from 10,000 dead butterflies”
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