With each chugga-chugga of the train, all the pain of the past drifted further into the distance. The soothing, honking chords of The Other Guy’s harmonica echoed the train whistle, as city gave way to desert. The sun was soon nipping at our tail. “Do you ever think,” The Other Guy asked, “about things?” “Not [...]
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The Complete History of the Con, Part 3
Last time (look it up), with my dreams of clown college and clowning dashed, I found myself emerging from a haze of debauchery. My face hurt. You see, that first banana split in Denison was laced with banana roofies: a secret Jamaican extract that renders the victim extremely impressionable and unable to remember anything that [...]