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me
and Wille
are at some
road side gas station
in southern California
and Willie’s going on and on
about how horrible it is
all the trinkets and neon
and I’m thinking,
-Jeez Willie, I’ve seen plenty worse-
then in comes some kid
with a pistol and the last thing
I remember before I wake up is
me running hard and thinking
-Can’t let him shoot Willie-
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