I am searching through a car’s trunk with my friend. I ask him for a light so I can see better. He hands me an open flame. The flame grows larger and becomes the flame for a large metal stove in the middle of a 2-story canvas tent. The flames lick at the tent’s fabric. "Don’t worry," my friend says, "I bought this from a guy who couldn’t afford to have fun."
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #180: A Guy Who Couldn't Afford To Have Fun.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #180: A Guy Who Couldn't Afford To Have Fun.
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