Solar Joint Stories: The Tale of the Bad, Beautiful & Free
Blood and Chicks: That's What This Bitch Lives For...
There’s a time-honored tradition in the solar joint “Doc’s Oasis,” the toast. Only it isn’t your normal well-wishing over a tall class of amber-colored alcohol. The toast is a time to tell stories. To rant, to rave, to regale. Talk of grand triumphs and complete failures. All unfiltered, and all in the company of friends. This is one of those stories.
G’d’evening Doc, thanks for the brew! Now you guys and gals better believe when I say that she seemed like my kind of case alright.
Between that flaming truck, her gray-furred body huddled on the ground, and the scavenger rifling through the wreck, that right there was a score that needed to be settled if ever there was one. That’s where lil’ ol’ Feral Fay comes in.