The Traveler (13)

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Love, Mom

The Traveler,

The faze began to settle in, we chugged and chugged, right out of the truck of my car. Underage? what’s age? I was over he was under, disposed to smokily employ oneself into a chair and inhale vapors of amor.

I said scratch my back and ill return the favor, and I’ll weep what sow.

Once inside the backdoor slammed shot

NO Problem

We just had to break on through

Brandon stood, murmured some fakery and stomped about like a needy kangaroo. He slowly dissecting the entire hookah lounge with his spit and spatter, spittle is the art of evocation. We watched as he asked the whole joint for a buck and bite to eat, he got nothing, time to go. One dollar bill at a time.

I told him to sit the fuck down and passed him my water bottle filled with vodka.