Waiting in line to buy a dozen tacos from Taco Bell, doing dips on an old wooden fence, an old guy found a 1943 copper Wheat Penny in the tip jar and handed it to me.
"Lemme talk to you about a Dinner Party Action show," he wheezed
"The worst feeling is knowing you could have won but didn't say anything," he wheezed.
"They wanted me to be a writer," he wheezed
