Man, that's a lot different than riding the bicycle a mile or so when 14 to ask the hobum if he'd get us some Colt 45 or a jug of Red Mountain if we paid for a bottle of Gallo White Port for him.
Small town...everyone knew everyone. No bums where I am from, but there were plenty of dirt bags. Trouble was, I didn't need people talking about what I was up to.
That, and I could hunt the entire way up there back in the glory 90's. Can't quite do that now
I have a feeling Ted, is that pard who got you into a ton of shît, good and bad. But, you always came through it with only a bruise, a sore dick, and a lifetime of memories hunting things in between.
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Curiosity Killed the Cat & The Prairie Dog “Molon Labe”
