Sunset rubdown, Beachclub blues.

Back the club sandwich and fries and debbie hand at susan and iced tea. Even though she hadn’t asked for one, I was thinking about artery barber. The missing girl from Calabasas. And glancing at robbers, empty chair. I wonder what else was in the black duffel bag. He was carrying I looked for it, but didn’t see it and guess he had taken it with him when he went to the pool.

The ways crusted gently across the shore and i stared back the book. I was reading and came across the words. Pedals on a wet black bow. And a reference to the wichita, linemen, and someone being unable to drive across the carquinas bridge, as i kept drifting away. And i finally looked up, the light had changed.

I saw someone approaching us in the distance and i became frightened, it was one of the cult members from riders of the afterlife. But i