The Stripping Year: An Epochal Adventure
Chapter One: Let's Start In The Middle
On your knees in a Georgia cornfield at two AM is no place to rethink life. But thats what i was doing. And searching for my glasses, clawing the dirt and dried husks in vain for spectacles or a shred of dignity. No luck, no luck.
Over my scrambling sounds and short breaths, close by angry redneck male voices not quite shouting but clearly cursing about whores and liquor, I heard Janey, invisible a few feet away, announce, "Time to go" in that voice I knew meant not only was it past time for finding glasses or luck, not only time to go.
Time to fucking RUN.
frisson \free-SOHN\: moment of intense excitement;a shudder;an almost pleasurable moment of fright
I knew this would happen.
