Mondays are never fun and this one was no exception. Driving home I couldn't wait to get to my city ... home.
As soon as I walked in the door, Linz called and told me she saw "my man." Now that made my Monday. "My man" is an older man who stole my wallet a few years back out of Linzy's apartment while we were in the back of her home. A week later we ran into "my man" and I promptly walked up and asked where my wallet was. He apparently thought I was speaking alien and he started smacking his lips and hopping up the hill.
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