I am walking down the street with my boss at night. We plan to have dinner together. He tells me he’ll meet me at the restaurant in half an hour. He wants to look in Oshman’s first. I decide to join him. In the golf isle I find some heavy, cast iron wedges. They are being sold with a full rebate if you can provide proof that you have had sex with your wife within a day of purchase. I brag to another customer that I am buying one. He tells me he’ll be waiting for my return. I feel secretly foolish. Outside, I hear the yelp of a wounded animal. I look out the window and see a large coyote or wolf running toward the road. It has been hit by a car. His coat is peeled down on his left side and he has a gaping wound on his flank. The sky is dark and it is about to rain.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #164: He Wants To Look In Oshman's First.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #164: He Wants To Look In Oshman's First.
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