Brett Phillips A Mayhem Manager
Phillips scanned the faces of the crowded bar as he strummed his guitar. The sun had set, and the ocean air swept in to Whisky-Tango-Foxtrot. Many of the faces were…
Phillips scanned the faces of the crowded bar as he strummed his guitar. The sun had set, and the ocean air swept in to Whisky-Tango-Foxtrot. Many of the faces were…