Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 12



Damn shit damn shit damn. Ahh…

I can’t let this go. That girls going to get eaten alive out here, and that’s not just an expression. Where could she be? I searched all day yesterday, she ain’t in town. Shit. She could be anywhere. Why didn’t I stay? Why do I care? Shit.

Something in her eyes? In the desperation? The vulnerability? Damn Gordon, ain’t you never seen a woman before? Still…

I think its this damn place. The heat. The real air. The terrible beer. Its like I’m tripping or something. Can’t be real.

Just forget her. Move on. Forget.

Move on.


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