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