The Traveler (7)

(page 7)

Your Best Friends Journal

Love, Mom

The Traveler,

I just had to ask, what business longs for you in the Fort Wayne area?

with the cheapest yet most trustworthy look ive ever seen he said girls.

Girls? Damn I was hoping you were gay!

With a sinister glance, he answered

Now now my boy lets not jump to conclusions, curiosity sometimes cleans the cat.

I laughed, Dont bullshit, a Bullshitter.

He deserved a high five for that display of public affection, my kinda guy. I was in awe with his sex, he gross beard and chopped up longs, his lack of teeth and empty pockets. Infatuated with his sex but his mind I wanted to pick.

So I said, here’s my little phone go over there to the right, yes by the drink machines and roller dogs, make your little phone call, ill be here, my shift is up at midnight, now don’t steal my phone, I can trust you right?

This is when he proceeded to explain his current disposition and seamlessly uncontrollable circumstances.  My ears dried out after hearing this, I look up and his beard grew longer and thicker, strange I thought, its about time I go check the bathroom, I have a dollar bill bet going ill find my face in there.

As he told his story and his beard getting growing and growing, in all its filth and glory. The reason was shown. Soak in his face, smacked me in the lip, I puckered up, begged for a kiss.

Get in the car, they are coming