Warning. There be some foul language. There also be some pirate language, but you be readin’ that arrrrready.
And a one and a two and a ready, let’s go…
That’s all I could think when he looked at me under his glasses, the kind with the thin wire frames. They were glasses you’d see on a general manager at Burger King. They didn’t match his pressed suit or his neatly combed hair. But that wasn’t it.
There’s something else about him. Read the rest of this entry