Caught In The Light
Sahara Dust :||: Part One: Chasing My Tail :||: Chapter One
Mid-September, 1973. A blond kid from Pleasantville dropped me at the top of Oregon Road in Armonk. We’d just finished smoking a joint in his car. I took a pull off the bourbon Keith had given me in Little Rock, thanked the kid, and watched him drive away. Then I stood there looking south down the hill toward the house I’d grown up in, and I didn’t move.