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itch a rideor
catch a bus or somethingdown to San Antone. I take a last look at Martirio sparkling across the
flatsmy universe for all these long years. Then I set off toward the hillsall crusty and alone. My
coping mechanisms open up to some cream pie. Remember that ole moviewith the beach-house?
Plenty of folks must do thatfor real. Nothing says you have to be a particular kind of person to do
that. I imagine Mom coming downafter things blow over. I buy her some souvenirs. Maybe I send
a maid back with her; she can jam that up. Leona's fat ass. A learning: deep shit sweetens your plans
like crazy.
It's midnight when the first headlights flicker through the branches by the highway. To be
honestI don't even know which way is south. My ole man thought Scouts was for sissiesso I don't
even know which fucken way is south in life. Instead of trying to figure it outI call some Glen
Campbell to mindto help me lope alongcrusty and lonesomeolder than my years. 'Wichita
Lineman' is the song I call upnot 'Galveston'. I would've conjured Shania Twain or something a
little more sassybut that might boost me up too much. What happens with sassy music is you get
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