A Job that has no bounds. This little adventure has gone beyond it's bounds. Clovis is but one of the aspects that surrounds and deflates. Worse than that, I seem to have a lot of extra skin. It come from nowhere but time, and neglect, yet there it is. Skin, everywhere. Some (most) of it all hairy. Dang. Life without skin. And hair.
I had one of those choices tonight. I really wanted to go to Albuquerque tonight, not just to take a left, but to see old amigos and amigas. Work doused the plans. Now, I wait, anticipating Sunday in Clovis. (Made worse by the fact that there is no sauce on a Sunday in Curry county, not even in the bar). Sunday lurks. The only point of comfort...Kentucky Jack. Yes, the only existent bottle in the US of A. It is here as a gift...but King Nino would understand, just a glass or two..the limeless Tecate is gone, and it's Sunday in Clovis...I have too much skin
...fuego
