Hey, remember that time with the story? You know, the story where I went on and on about seemingly disjointed events and people, without letting on where any of my rambling was going? And do you remember the ending of the story when I had to say "that's the end of the story" because I was such a horrible storyteller and didn't make my point clear? Yeah, well, I found twenty dollars. Actually, I found twenty five dollars. After watching a mid-week college football game, on my way back to the car from the Tavern, I spotted something on the ground. As I took a closer look, I realized it was a money, laying on the ground without a possible owner in sight. I'm supposing this random find is to make up for all of the ridiculous stories I've told over the years and, perhaps, to give me a better story to tell instead. But, having read over this again, I don't think this story has hit its mark. Oh well, I suppose I'll just have to stumble across another chunk of change again.
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