My road dog. My homie. My confidant. My asshole best friend who makes my truck smell. I wouldn’t trade him for the world.
If you were driving from Indiana to Atlanta for an early family Christmas and a friend called you and said, “The Hooch is blown but there’s a small chance we can fish some water in north Georgia. The place is called Brigadoon Lodge and is renowned for giant rainbows and browns that will make your…Read details
Been down all week with a wicked sinus infection. Luckily they gave me some awesome horse sized pills and steroids. I don’t feel stronger, that’s for sure. In my stir crazy cabin fever I need to get out of this place cause even going to work is sounding good thoughts I’ve had just enough energy…Read details