Last July it was hot and grubby and me and Kirb were out in the sun from early bulldozing and hauling and clearing the land for the building. Me and Kirb were a mess from all the heat and sweat and dirt of working. Kirb's t-shirt which used to be fresh cotton is all sopping wet and it's full of rusty skidmarks of dust and specks and splinters from the chopped-down redwoods, and later in the smoke shop the sweat's coming up from his Jesus cross armpits like mist coming up off the ground after a rain. And even all grubby like that we still had to get in the car and haul ass out to the fairgrounds, way way out past the airstrip, in case that Mo and Cherie showed up after all.
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