Wichita Falls doesn't feel as humid as San Antonio or Austin but it was a weird feeling walking around a cemetery and having grasshoppers fly into me. That hasn't happened before. Black crickets, yes. Cockroaches, it's happened. Grasshoppers are big and I haven't even seen one outside of a Disney movie that goes by the name of Pinocchio. They are exotic and no fun.
Speaking of the Wichita Falls cemetery, I stumbled upon this awesome gravestone:
I haven't seen anything like that before in my life and now my dream is to have a gravestone as cutting as that. It's like you can feel the curse the Curron family laid upon the coward who shot him in the back.
I don't know what mine would say.
Killed in Austin, hit with a beer bottle and a used syringe by the homeless person under 35 and 6th
Mowed down in Austin, run over by a smart car by a hiking sandals wearing rich hippie
Ate an under cooked piece of tofu, prepared by the hands of a coward
A bat shit in his mouth
I'm never going to die though. This was a pointless exercise.
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