20TRAPPING SEASON
Hell, you could eat road kill and
survive. I thought, as I remembered the reason for my heartburn
and Sarah’s cooking last night, upon waking in the air freshener
imbued car I finally crashed in last night. Now it’s 6am in the
morning, gloom despair and misery on me. They got any coffee
they willing to share I wondered, as I stretched the kinks of
days journeying and the partying of last night out under the stars
with John and his harmonica.
Oh hell, the morning after. I think me and
Sarah danced a jig to Johns wailing music, if I remember rightly.
Well, onwards and upwards, lemme think, oh yeah, John can weld and
was going to attach a lawn service trailer to my rig today, if he
was still willing. That’s one art I never learned and we had talked
about what g
