Being a Hobo Kid is great, but it does have it's drawbacks. A number of my friends have gotten married this summer and I haven't made it to a single wedding. But fortunately for me, I was able to make it one wedding. So what I didn't know the bride or the groom? So what I wasn't invited? I was ready for a good time and so was my new friend Tim, the reformed christian, recovered cocaine addict, harmonica player. And he was invited so I just rode those coat tails. It was a great time, the booze was flowing and all the people were farmer folk so I fit in just fine. Congratulations to Caylla and Dustyn!
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