On the flight to DC, the two women I sat next to smelled like Camel cigarettes. One of them gave me strawberry-banana gum.
A couple, Jonathan and Sam, offered me a ride from the airport to wherever I was going.
The room next door to the Lincolns was housing a Green Seminar.
Some of the Mary Todds were pretty hot.
My life doesn't make any sense.
Mindburst Hickocks is, minus the occasional deviation from form, a repository of ideas I have had but could not find a use for. They are free for you to take and run with. In fact, please do.
Also, we now feature assignments.
Also, we now feature assignments.
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-Jason Michelitch
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