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I hustled Marvelle back to one of the private booths behind the pool table. I told him I was on a mission. I said, "Marvelle, I need to know if the Internet is going to kill printing and, if so, when?"
Marvelle told me to order a longneck and he'd be back in 30 minutes. I knew what was up. Marvelle consults Sister Devine, the local voodoo lady, for all of his prognostications. Sure enough, Marvelle came busting through the screen door in half an hour smiling like he'd won the Mississippi State Lottery. He pulled his chair close to mine and whispered his prediction.
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