Back from the Wild Side
Last updated 7/17/2018 at 9:46am
Somewhere inside, my brain knew it was cold. I saw white puffs when I breathed. I heard the wind whipping the chains on the courthouse flagpole. But as I put my head against the frosty green Pinto, I didn't feel cold. It was a good thing-I didn't know where my coat was.
If I had noticed the cold, I probably would have noticed the stink. My shirt was soaked with a regurgitated mixture of grain alcohol and orange juice.
"What will we do with him this time?" I heard one of my cousins say.
"Doanworryboume," I slurred. Then everything went black as I felt my head bounce against the door. I came...