Time slipped away, like it always does, and life got in the way. And so it is with everyone who leaves a crumpled dollar bill on the counter of my bar. For every “trade her in for a new Cadillac, maybe next summer,” there’s another greasy sawbuck in my cash drawer.
And I can’t say I never had dreams for myself. I always thought I’d sell The Handsome when I reached a good age, build myself a little cabin somewhere (far away from Handsome) and give the rest to Euart. If he wanted that little plot of land to build on, that would be fine, but I wanted him to go to school and learn there was more to this world than a two bedroom apartment above a matchstick hotel.
Dreams, like I said, aren’t something you bank on, just something to get you through each useless day.
Excerpt from Ordinary Handsome. Available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00P46ZPA0
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