Unicorns are the original hybrids
At age six, I remember sitting in the carbon-monoxide seats of my parent's late '70s powder blue station wagon. I would lip-sync to Crystal Gayle's "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue" looking over at drivers in other cars. I was convinced they would see me and think that I was Crystal broadcasting directly to their AM dial.
Recently, with the help of electroshock therapy, I realized I was just high on fumes.
I'm a writer, humorist and all around raconteur.
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