Tuesday, March 12, 2013

A story in there somewhere

It is 6pm in Gulf Shores. I am sitting on the beach, waiting on Milady to get back from her walk with Little Miss.

One mostly-drunk fellow walks by at the waterline. He is carrying an almost empty gallon jug of whiskey of some sort, and dragging a white plastic tabletop missing all of its legs but covered in Sharpie signatures.

I have no idea what his story was, but I would sure love to know it.

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