The Traveler (Part 8)

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Love, Mom

The Traveler,

His mother drove him out, I told Kole this over my last cigarette of the shift.

Im going to bring him with us, he is coming to the hookah bar tonight, in Toledo the more company you can keep on your side the better. Always back to the wall, eyes to the entrance ears to the exit.

His mother ran him out, he said she drank him under the table, picture ever clear oozing from her eyeballs! Yelling blaspheme at creed and justice. Freedom is merely a chance to lose something we never had to begin with.

He said, she drained me dry, you see, the booze that rolled down the mountain into the hollar caught fire and out the door I went.

It ran him over man real bad like, I was feeling slightly empathetic, bored and horny, at the looks of his huge hands and long nose I bet he is packing a good little shooter, the breeding was about to begin, the breeding of a new era of golden perfection. I proceeded to act smitten, acting always,

He said oh my boy, may I please join your stupid little game? Yea I said the one that makes you go insane?

OH yes please let me dive back into my brains cranial vault of shit and consumer digest.

A mudslide of dipsomania, just like that song about drinking alone! Now I understand the true meaning of confusion.

He said, She drove me out, made me leave the rotted nest.