Storytelling
He Tossed My Only Meal Into The Mud And Laughed While Telling Me To ‘Eat Like The Dog I Am,’ Thinking His Daddy’S Last Name Made Him Bulletproof In This Town, But He Didn’T Know My Bloodline Runs On Gasoline And Grit – And When 600 Engines Suddenly Cut The Silence, He Realized Too Late That The King Of The Road Was Here To Teach Him Some Table Manners
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