“Uhh… Xnxx tv Saturday nights at Kell’s Bar was the big deal before Sunday morning. Um, can you prove that?” I say this absently because I know I don’t have my .44 near me, and if this guy is gonna stab me, I want to be as far away from him as possible. “Mortal, I have lived life-spans beyond the most powerful kingdoms and empires.”
He teleported me above a expansive field where I saw men like Alexander the Great, Napoleon, Genghis Khan, King George the III, and all their armies fighting other armies, all at the same time, and seeing their kingdoms come and go. I just wanted to phone-in to let ya know I’d be late. The mere thought of it, is intoxicating just to think about. —
Three in the afternoon, in a junk-yard is not how I like spending my Sunday afternoons, and today is no different. I just woke up, like fifteen minutes ago.”
“Oh dear lord, are you okay?”
“Sortta. I’m not you’re typical dumb redneck. I’m already thinking of planting carrots in it. <Time to eat.> But then I looked at the clock
“Oh shit, I’m late.” I phoned my work at the store, and waited for some to answer. This is June.”
“Hi June it’s me, Shawn.”
“Shawn?
