It’s Friday night. Northern California has been burning for five days.
If this is new to you, go read Part 1 and Part 2 first.
It was Friday night in Prague. The girls were dancing and the pub was packed. Everyone seemed to have a beer…
He might not have admitted it, but Oscar loved the old man who was driving him along a country road.
The “F” sound in “IF” is mushy. It fuzzes forth, fits, fights scruffy.