The front seat of my truck is filled with grocery bags. I pull into John Kerry’s driveway behind a white minivan. I speak with him through my window. He is offering a million dollars to anyone who can catch his dog. I can hear the dog barking in the trees out back. I see U, from work, aiming a camo-painted dart rifle at the dog while his sidekick looks on.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #350: John Kerry’s Dog
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