How to get a dinner invitation… while smelling to high heaven.

The following is an excerpt from my book The Divide. Find the ebook here. "Are you broke down," the driver asked. He wore a blue plaid shirt under a set of red Carhartt suspenders, white hair blended into gray sideburns that faded back to snow white on his chin. "Oh no, I'm just lubing the chain." …

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