The thing about loving mistakes is, you never know they aren't mistakes until you make them.
I strolled to him with my head lowered slightly. "Hey, may I please borrow fifty dollar, Marshal?" I pleaded, while giving him a puppy face. He looked up from his issue of Playboy. "Again?" "Yes, I just need some cash for a gift for Linda's bachelorette party gift." He raised his eyebrows but then put his magazine down and reached for his wallet. "Here you go," he sighed, handing me...Read On