Letter Writing Series, Day Eight

Dearest slugger, ink-stained and booze-stained voice, beloved misanthrope. Plain-speaker, angry drinker, friend. How would you type this day out on your Royal? Or would you even bother? I dedicated it to you, you know? That damp drive across the bridge to the track. The trek into a smoke-filled room, that first sight of high dollar […]

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