Where The Water Tastes Like Wine Review

On my way to Charlotte, I camped out with a man who walked with a crutch. We’d met on the road before, and he asked me to tell him a scary story to liven up the evening, so I told him about a strange, winged creature that I’d seen wandering the woods of New Jersey. He told me about his time in the war, and we parted ways. The next time I saw him was outside of Charleston, where he was literally tearing himself in two.