Springs. Spoke. Latin quote.
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[Martial Epigrams, volume 1, book III, #89>
Long day, long night. Went to the Springs [Barton>, went to the Spoke [Broken>, El Paso Red Eye and work.
Look: these are ONLY events that occur in my life –
One of my little Gemini friends says, “Let’s get together.” I said sure, let’s go to the lake. She shows up in jeans and work shirt, with her dog, and we drive on over to Barton Springs, hang around in the water for a while, the dog chases the stick, typical stuff. Only, under the jeans, she’s got on a bikini. Not any bikini, and for the more prurient-minded, not a string bikini. Or thong. None of that. But it was “Stars and Bars” patterned. For the illiterate, “stars and bars” means Confederate Flag.
Except, see, she’s a hippie chick. You know, lights up incense whenever she hops in her van, takes her dog everywhere, “peace, man” sort of thing.
She left to go shopping for dog food, I cleaned up and headed over to the Spoke for chicken fried steak, then Dale Watson playing his excellent music. While I was on the dance floor, I noticed another dancer. Fairly typical, older gentleman, you know, pressed jeans, boots, belt buckle the size of license plate, cowboy hat, and, a Hawaiian print shirt. Not \\that\\ unusual. But the print was obviously cannabis leaves.
