I was already apprehensive about going to D&B Supply, but I really wanted a pair of Carhartt jeans. They were good 'ol boys with stove pipe exhaust, and I ride, rode, scooters and have big face, big color watches.
I rolled the bike trailer in the parking lot.
On to its side.
Atticus was okay, just scared.
I jumped off my bike to save him and my bike knocked over some
wheelbarrows.
Atticus was screaming, we made a spectacle.
In side I had to find the fitting room that would fit me, and a shopping cart.
Atticus liked yelling in the fitting rooms, to hear himself echo.
full time single father, part time internet addiction.
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