Tom Lake: Thomas Johns wobbled south through the dark on his Redline bicycle, just after midnight, smelling like rum.
He got home and staggered inside, breathing hard.
"I can't see," he said, according to his mother.
Then she put on the lights
Tom Lake: Thomas Johns wobbled south through the dark on his Redline bicycle, just after midnight, smelling like rum.
He got home and staggered inside, breathing hard.
"I can't see," he said, according to his mother.
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