22 in the glove box, 6 inch on my belt. 16 pounds in the trunk and that 4500 on my mind. I’ll drive away, 300 miles of Arizona desert. Hope to hell we don’t get pulled. I tell my dog if we make it to the line we’ll be on easy street. She just sniffs the passenger seat, lies down, and falls asleep. And I drive on. Trucker speed and caffeine. When I woke you were gone there was blood everywhere. Albuquerque motel room, nowhere but down.
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