8th annual Nathantines Day
Westerns. John Wayne and Clint Eastwood. If there’s anything that makes me feel like I’m somehow occupying the same room as my late grandfather, it usually involves a gunslinger and a couple nooses. Every time I see Winchesters and Colt 45s emptied into some poor soul in dusty boots, I forget where I am. I am transported to my grandpas living room drinking some horrible diet soda and sitting on the floor while he rubs his thumb and index finger together incessantly in his big green chair, both of us fixated on whatever bloodbath is currently playing out on the television. When it’s over we step outside into the high desert and shoot the horrible diet soda cans into oblivion.
Now when it’s over, it’s just over.
checked back in to hotel reality
they took all my bags
but did not give me a key