The Minutes of Our Last Meeting | Space Poop Jesus!
“Where you see one set of footprints is where I continued walking and you took a golf cart.”
“Where you see one set of footprints is where I continued walking and you took a golf cart.”
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.