“We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.”
So I was chatting on the phone, the last miles into Austin, and I was thinking about that line. I could modify it, “I was around Buda, when…”
So I get to the shop, unplug and plug in, and the one Pisces was waiting with a new sign for me.
“Originally, I had a cigarette holder, but I decided I better make it a sparkle faerie wand…”
I don’t smoke anything these days, but yeah at least the original intent was perfect.
About the author:
Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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