The Mouth Under the Bridge

Brady Legat
Nov 2 · 12 min read

I check my phone again. It’s 11:02pm on a cold Tuesday night as Orest’s 92 Riviera swings around the corner and started towards my street. That’s when it really sank in. This was really happening. I was going to kill someone tonight.

I used to love Orest’s Buick. It was his first car and he was my first friend to have a car. We would ride around in it on the weekends trying to pick up girls, smoke some weed while…

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Brady Legat

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ive made some games, worked on Google Fiber, slung some lumber, and am now trying my hand at writing! it's fun!

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