Dead On A Walkabout
A midnight stroll leads to a startling revelation.
Why was I walking through a cemetery? Even I couldn't answer that question.
For whatever reason, I was wandering through a cemetery on a Saturday night. Hating cemeteries for years, I scratched my head over my predicament. All I could do was follow the path and find my car.
It had been a long week. Maybe I got blackout drunk and found myself here.
As I got to the middle of the cemetery, I noticed an open grave. Curious, I walked to the grave. When I looked down, my day got worse.
I learned then and there I was dead.
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Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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