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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 66 of 307 wasn't going to find out in that particular moment so fretting about it made no sense. Allreds are big on fretting. That's one unshakable trait I'm still working on. I can't explain why the voice of the Buddha of Oaxaca is so calming to me but I could breathe easily once more and my heart stopped racing near the 140s. I stepped on the gas and let the rolling hills of Highway 89 go by in a blur. CHAPTER 9 "How do I know there's really a wife?" I had just walked in and the calming effect of the Buddha of Oaxaca had left me as soon as I hit the rise that lifted my car into Steve's desolate domain. "What?" Steve was sitting in an easy chair, watching The Enforcer. Clint Eastwood co-stars with his two-foot-long side-arm in this movie. It's dumb on top of dumb. "This guy. That I videoed. I don't..." "You getting cold feet?" Steve pushed the pause button on the remote. He didn't want to miss a moment. In his other hand he held a tumbler full of amber bourbon and ice. "No. It's... that wasn't what I expected." I said. Where did my tough guy go? I don't really have one. Overly-Nice Nephi. "Yeah, I already watched that video. Looks like those fags going to go do a little Brokeback ass drilling." Nice, Steve. |