peds — yars – horse pill

Terry was late thirties to our twenties, owned his own business and drove a big white Cadillac convertible and cruised down the highway with the radio blaring as we headed for Detroit. A big second row he stood about six foot five inches and if his best years were behind him he was still a dangerous player. You might get hit late and hard, but he’d smile as he helped you up. Read the rest of this entry »