I vividly remember wondering why it was there, but I cannot recall my motivation for sinking so much money into it. I once found a slot machine in the middle of a National Forest. I dropped forty-five quarters through the slot and I never once hit a BAR. My pockets were so heavy walking in that my stride was off. The dog never wandered into the brush, but I think that’s because I had treats. Bacon. When I threw a stone it rippled the water on the pond just beyond the opening and I could tell that no one had been here in years. There was no electricity and no running water in these parts. I left my truck running on the side of the road as I was compelled to just get out and go.
Out of order stories are difficult to read, but fascinating to write. An exercise in what I hope will be a productive journey into the one project I have longed to complete…a book written in seclusion. Finally.