On the other side of camp...
Oh, What happened….? Pssslgggh!!! Sand?
I was sitting at the Tavern, with Bubba near the fire. And I ordered a drink, or was it two …. It had been a very long day. No, I won't remember middleschoolers and hip hop….
But this Mudcat Place seemed safe enough, if a bit diverse. Besides, I brought Bubba and he'd never let anybody hurt me. Any dog who can play catch with a soccer ball tends to discourage trouble.
But my head…. Must've been the free rounds.
But wait a minute, my clothes….. Tattered cutoffs, pocket tee, 2in leather belt, and there's a six inch sheath knife on my belt. Wool socks and boots. I haven't dressed like this since girl scout camp.
Oh, NO! I've been calling myself Tinker here. Must be some sort of cosmic joke. Cause the twenty odd pounds I've gained since then didn't come off. Good thing or Bubba would weigh more than me.I remember talking to the bartender.
"Hey, what's your name?" I asked.
" Schrodinger" said the man.
And I started to laugh, but it hurt. Didn't know virtually drinks could pack that kind of punch." I guess this place has it's own rules, "I said, "Like Lovecraft's Café." He smiled wryly, "You might say …." Then Bubba jumped and stared at the bar. A low growl rose from his throat. "What's up boy…?" "Oh he must smell my cat…" Cat?!!… I tightened my grip on the leash.
Then the cat leaped over the bar after a thieving mouse with an olive, and Bubba took off. My feet left the ground and we went off through the mirror on the back wall…....
Damn Thread Jump....Come On Boy,Let's Find the Crew...Guess someone out there has work for us...