...this kind of stuff doesn't happen to me.
So I get home, and hit the answering machine. Bham, a message from the Savannah Georgia PD. I'm thinking, fuck... what did I leave unresolved while stationed at Stewart al those years?
Detective Witkins tells me who he is, who he's with, and if this is Jeremy .... ..... If so, then they have in their possession a class ring which may belong to me.
Here's the kick, I lost that son of a bitch in 1991 while partying hard at Spankie's, on Tybee Island. I worked my ass off my senior year to pay for it, between maintaining an AP course load, jail on the weekends, and a full time job to keep a roof over my head. And in one drunken, albeit, fun afternoon in 1992, I lost that 18 karat yellow/white, diamond crusted puppy while trying to catch the little swells coming in to the beach.
Can't fricking believe it...20 years have passed, this is so random I may actually play the fucking lottery.
Thanks for reading.
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So I get home, and hit the answering machine. Bham, a message from the Savannah Georgia PD. I'm thinking, fuck... what did I leave unresolved while stationed at Stewart al those years?
Detective Witkins tells me who he is, who he's with, and if this is Jeremy .... ..... If so, then they have in their possession a class ring which may belong to me.
Here's the kick, I lost that son of a bitch in 1991 while partying hard at Spankie's, on Tybee Island. I worked my ass off my senior year to pay for it, between maintaining an AP course load, jail on the weekends, and a full time job to keep a roof over my head. And in one drunken, albeit, fun afternoon in 1992, I lost that 18 karat yellow/white, diamond crusted puppy while trying to catch the little swells coming in to the beach.
Can't fricking believe it...20 years have passed, this is so random I may actually play the fucking lottery.
Thanks for reading.
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