Western Texas Misery
"Every curse is a blessing, every blessing is a curse." -Garth Brooks Mother-swampin' Toad-lickin' Pizza chitt....! The steam from under the hood on this flat, wide open West Texas hwy, is NOT a welcome sight. The scraggly mesquite tree ahead offers little shade, ...I picked the wrong day to wear black, ...and to go commando. These britches are too tight for very much hiking... Looks like I'm going to end up with a dick in my mouth, before sunset...probably before Abilene. The first pick-up was a Doe Skin GMC from 20 years ago. The sexy old conger, was lamenting days gone by when blow jobs were horndog heaven, ...and now, it just hangs there, like a tired hound dog. "Used to be a Bull Pen fighter, I guess they call it MMA nowadays....Wouldn't have minded scrapping with ya, in my younger days there, Paul...you're looking fit for a fight...." "Awe its just my radiator blew, like a Reno Hooker." Well there's not even an Auto parts st...