I saw an ominous sign today. I was at a stoplight, at some point a guy in one of those small golf cart wheelchairs went across in front of me and into a driveway of a business right there on the corner. There were two businesses there, one of them was a drive-in espresso joint. Sure enough, the guy motored up to the window and proceeded to order something. I thought to myself, is God trying to speak to me here? You read about people sneaking a cigarette in between their oxygen sessions while suffering from emphysema. Trouble is, I talk a good game, but my willpower has been weak lately. We’ll see.

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Te futueo et caballum tuum

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