They broke out in laughter again. His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in. And he stood by and waited to be called. The talk was of times that'd gone by.
Used to come around here. To peddle his wares. A lot more takers now. . The turkey J. You can taste the air. Around your face. . His name was Barrest Jeffries.
He used to own the world. He used to be the one. Like a hundred hungry dogs in heat. Or cinnabar and rum. . Ground and sift and washed it. Dried it in the sun.