What About These Pants I Got On?
I could see them in the distance as I rounded the curve. Easily. Two at least, maybe three of them and they were no less than half a mile away. Their intentions were unmistakable and though clearly not the least concerned with me, I felt uneasy. They stood there by the side of the road glowing—literally.
Hunter’s orange. Dear Lord that shit is bright! Had there been any more of them I would have thought I had come upon a prison break. At the very least a work detail. Except that I don’t live that close to a prison and these dudes were carrying.
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