Corn Picker 2 City Slicker
The Passes of My Life
Back Indiana, there clearly was only 1 pass I have to govern my entire life– my license. It warrants an entry to the bars, taverns, casinos and my eligibility to operate a vehicle from place to destination. These days it l ks like my entire life has been ran by passes. If We happen to forget one of them I am in deep, dare I say, shit. Without my bus pass I cannot commute to function. If We forget my key pass for work I have to awkwardly ring our d rbell. Without my gymnasium swipe card we can’t get my physical fitness on. Continue reading “We ain’t within the b ndocks anymore my city life one action and fall at any given time”