" Ran into him today & he's upped the price. Says he'll pay ya $300 for it."...
5 Miles outside Cedar Rapids, Iowa 1967 :
KC knew he needed to ration out his Camels. He had somewheres near $6.58 in his pocket 'til payday & that was six days away . If he was gonna make it to Ogden, Utah by nightfall he'd hav'ta pump the entire amount into his gas tank. "So forget about eatin' 'fore catchin' up with the rodeo, cowboy." , he thought to himself. He stared off into the distance a bit before takin' a few more puffs, then " Least I got muh Blue Wing ."
KC'd bought the Blue Wing Travel Trailer off a drunk Vancouver rancher he'd messed around with at the Vegas rodeo back in '63. ( Not the last time he'd un-knowingly combine beer & sex with a married man ! ) His li'l trailer wasn't the Ritz by a longshot, but it did mean no more stiff-necked mornings after sleeping awkward in his truck or campin' out on the cold ground. Most importantly, though, it meant no motel room fees to be payin' for anymore, which was great since...
" ...I ain't got no fuckin' money !!" ,he said out loud to the air before taking a deep drag on his cigarette !
"Then tell me, cowpoke... " called out an un-familiar voice. " Ya got maybe some blow-job money , then ?!"
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