In This Way, I am Like the Dog

This morning, the Butcher locked his keys in his car, so I had to meet up with him in his work truck to hand them off. It was all I could do to not play hookey and ride around with him all day. It smelled slightly of burning oil. When he went over the speed bump, he flew up in his seat until the seatbelt caught him and sent him back down into the cushions. And the whole thing sounded like a burping dragon. Not to mention that the drive shaft hung low, like a dachshund’s belly, which is probably not that safe. But it seemed like a good day–driving around in that smelly thing, in the sunshine.

I keep thinking about that dude at the store, able to size someone up before he even gets up to them. Able to remember numbers he’s heard just once. And how that didn’t maybe seem like that great a life for him, like it hasn’t actually been a benefit.

Did you know someone broke into The Goddess & The Moon and stole jewelry? I feel like it takes some kind of cosmic chutzpah to rob from a woman who can curse you. Not saying that there aren’t people in Nashville who can’t lay or remove a curse more powerful than T. could lay. There may be. But I do believe that, unless you already know one, you’re not going to find him or her. T. has to be the most prominent powerful magic worker in town. So, if she does succeed in cursing you, you pretty much have to go back to her to get it removed.

That’s pretty hilarious. “Hi, I’m the guy who stole all your jewelry. And then my life went to shit. Um, what would it take for you to fix that?”

Ha ha. Notice how my brain is thinking about this stuff in order to skirt right up to the edge of things it is not allowed to think about. I’m on to you, brain, on to you.