Dying to be Jealous

Ricky went for a ride with Zak and I to the Pawn shop on Saturday to look for Zak some new guitar stuff. As we turned off of Cloverdale and headed East on Fairview, we passed by a rather large cemetery. Ricky looked over – he had called shotgun again – and pointed towards the cemetery and said, “People are dying.”

After looking over and seeing nothing of a funeral, I said, “What are you talking about, Ricky?”

He turned towards me with a look of disgust and replied, “DON’T BE JEALOUS, DAD!”

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