unlikely to be out there in the desert…
unlikely for you to get lucky and win a pile of money…
unlikely that you'll be out there and run into an old friend just wandering around while on vacation…
but that in fact happened at the circle bar that we at the gun show call home.
I had a fat meal of steak frites and manhattans and I was settling into y evening holding pattern when i saw a familiar face. it was the builder.
"hey! hey builder!"
the builder looks up half astonished and half realizing he sort of knew I'd be here walks over with him companions.
business partner…
another bloke I met a few times while working for them…
just vacationing…
for the hell of it.
we chatted…
it was good to see a familiar face that I could chat with about stuff not gun related.
I was grateful to run into him.
the town just got a little smaller…
and that's alright.
—the bastard
