VERSION ONE
Now we start from the previous chapter: http://williesthestories.blogspot.com/2013/09/tcc-ch-12-glinty-and-punk.html
I ran towards Joey and Bryan at the barn. They were right, we should have just bailed.
I passed Tellesco and Fat Jerry who were wrestling in the
dirt and I left the old ghost cowboy with his new friend in the dust.
It was too much for me to comprehend. Fuck that shit.
It was because of what was beginning to dawn on me: we were
at some sort of place where the points all led (or came back to, that is). A cabin in the desert? Who the hell builds something like this in
the middle of the desert? Well my
friend, I was beginning to see that it was a nexus. It was one of them places where shit always
seems to hit the fan.
From this part of the tale:
http://williesthestories.blogspot.com/2011/05/114-final-version.html
(To be written for the weekend)
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