Jeremy, one sheet to the wind and well on his way to hoisting another, talked loudly enough so that the entire restaurant could hear him tell his story:
“So, there I was, jogging this new trail, never run it before. Earbuds locked in. Rockin’, rollin’, in that sweet spot where the k fucking m’s are rolling by. And then, weird enough, the path splits. It splits!
“Where’s the signs? The markers? Something to alert me to this here situation. Well! What’s a dude to do?
“Me? Played it safe, switched it up, jammed it in reverse, and headed back home!”
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