Colon could spin a yarn longer than almost anybody I ever knew. Half the time you knew he was lying through his teeth, but just in case he wasn’t, you had to keep listening.
A Jar Full of Bullets
Written by Braiden Rex-Johnson on April 5, 2012
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- Lost Love: Ode to Laura
When I looked down, her eyes still closed, a large, lone tear streamed out from the corner of her eye toward her ear. She died a couple hours later. My youngest child, my daughter. I don’t just wish for five more minutes, I wish for a lifetime.
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