David WilsonInto the setting sun, he shifts in his chair, squints across at me. He lifts his chin.
“Nice try, boy-o.”
He places his cards on the table.
A straight flush.
“But you gotta #walk before you can run.”
Into the setting sun, he shifts in his chair, squints across at me. He lifts his chin.
“Nice try, boy-o.”
He places his cards on the table.
A straight flush.
“But you gotta #walk before you can run.”