I don't know who you are, and I don't know much about you. But I do know something very important:
Your faithful, loyal friend is waiting for you right beside the road where you left him. He's not looking very good right now. His ribs are sticking out enough that you can see them at 45 mph as you pass. It's obvious he hasn't eaten in a long time, and just as obvious that he hasn't been brushed in months.
He stands there right on the shoulder, panting in the Florida heat, [...:]
Published on September 27, 2009 22:00