Ian Anderson 5 p.m., May 21
- Community Blog
- 13th & Centre City
I have always wanted to write some fiction.....
I was laying on the bed looking up at the fan. I was keeping beat with the click, click of the rotating blade. I was thinking how did I end up here? Let me tell you where here is at. Here, is a shabby motel on the outskirts of Gila Bend. If you have ever been to Gila Bend, you know the outskirts are not much to look at unless you like to look at endless rows of the crop du jour. Well I was not there to look at the crops. I was not there to visit the tiny dive bars that would gladly dip into my expense account. I was here to do a job. It all started about 6 months ago, I was working as a bartender in a better than dive bar. I was making good money I guess. I was getting free meals and a little nookie on the side, both from the same place. I thought I had it going on. I had a little place close to the bar. and I was staying in the loft above the bar when I had to work late. The loft is where the story really starts. Her name was Renee and she was a good cook and a good companion. We always had friends over and sometimes people would stay for a couple of days. .........................
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