A lesson in near tragedy by Mahlon Smith and Trevor Leahy


I don't blame Trevor for what happened to me at the beach that day. He had every right to seek revenge, considering on the drive there I decided to get the bat ready, and accidently hit him in the face with it as we were barreling down the road at 70 mph. No, he had nothing to do with my unfortunate incident.

It was Mother Nature, retaliating at me.



Trevor removes the ill-fated shell from existence.