It’s Thursday. It’s a typical Houston night. The sun set hours ago, but it’s still blazing hot, and you’re sweating like a pig in the triple digit humidity. You’re packed in like sardines on some make shift bleachers. You’re jumping up and down like you have ants in your pants. Your neighbors sweat becomes yours as you push your way to the front … Continue reading
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