“There Goes that Weird Fucker”

Well, he’s not wrong…

Photo by Elti Meshau on Unsplash

“There goes that weird fucker,” the liquor store clerk says, looking out the window as he counts out his till. “Disappearing off in to the darkness…”

That’s me. I’m the weird fucker walking in to darkness. Literally and figuratively. Clutching my bag of booze as I walk through the cold Amarillo night wearing my obviously-not-from-around-here t-shirt…

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Bryan With a Why

Write about politics, religion, economics, & finance. If you like most Medium articles you probably won’t like what I say. https://compiled.social/bryanwithawhy