
Not One Word of this Story is True.
It is ALL FICTION.
That Said,
This is Yet Another Madelyn & Lance Tale (Fictional!, Of Course)
A Horse is a Horse Of Course!

Old Blue Jeans
Cred for Vid Share: Želimir Lah
Back in the mid – Seventies, Madelyn worked at a joint in Bonham, Texas: ‘Richard’s Jeans’.
She sold jeans and other shit. She loved her part-time job. It was a nice place. I had gone there a few times to see her…
On the 3’rd of July, circa 1974 Madelyn came home almost crying.
I was working on my billiard skills (We had a pool table on the third floor of our ‘apartment’)
Madelyn ran past me, ran into her room and slammed the door.
I took a sip from my Coors beer, then cautiously knocked lightly on her door.
“Go away!” she said.
“Don’t think so,” I said to myself.
I opened the door.
She was sitting on her bed, sobbing.
I sat down next to her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I have lost my job” she said.
“That asshole Richard fire you? I’ll kill him”
“No! He is closing the store!”
“Oh. Okay. I won’t kill him. At least not today.”
(He paid her shit wages)
To Be Continued….
******
Has occured to me some may not know of my relationship with Madelyn.
Therefore…
I wish I had. AnOld. Lady to rent and. Run. Into..Not even even ever going to happen.
Roadtirement,
Madelyn here:
(In case you have not read)
https://texantales.com/2021/08/30/how-do-you-hold-a-moonbeam-in-your-hand/
Roadtirement,
Yes.
Stay tuned.
It gets …
Uh…
More ‘interesting’
This is just my preamble
Did this really happen?