I couldn’t get my brother on the phone so, “Shoot Fire, I’ll walk,” I said to myself. “This is Douglas and someone will recognize me and will pick me up before I can get very far,” I said as I left the auto dealership.
Famous last words I began to think as I tried to cross 441 in front of Wendy’s. If it had not been for those cones recently placed in the median I would have been road kill as the motorists paid no heed to a 235 pound man trying to cross the road.
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