pay at the pump

This town is still too small because I ran into you again, four times now in as many years. Yesterday you were adjacent to me and my car at a gas pump. I had the nozzle in my hand when I realized it was you, and I have to admit it took some restraint to... Continue Reading →

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drunk mexican

The radio announcer said it was one fifteen at four o'clock straight up, but it had to be hotter than that. Ambient air temps had to be one twenty, one twenty five if you factored in the radiant heat from the cement slab-sided shoulder from the underpass at Tropicana, from the asphalt and the idling... Continue Reading →

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