Archives: Wednesday, July 1, 2015

How’d Those Cars Get There, Daddy?

  “Mr. Marsh will see you now,” said the pink-haired secretary. I stood first. Hudson took his time, looking particularly hippie-ish amidst all the Texas décor, his tie-dye shirt loose over his belt, long hair over his shoulders. Chip looked ok—a little spaced out from the joint we’d blown in the parking lot, but about

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