I had drove across the country and showered in gas stations just to make it to his son's game. As we sat in the stands talking and watching the game, I saw his wife walk in... busted. She was angry and rightfully so... and I just walked away - returned to the locker room where I had left my things only to have found them dumped out of my bags and scattered as if someone (she) went through them. Mostly remember picking up a healthy number of colored pencils and flipping through a journal I kept to make sure none of the pages had been torn out. Put them all back in my bag as quickly as I could. Before I left the locker room I got a FaceTime call from my little sister - all of my family was busy working on some project and Marie was there visiting them... I was a bit frantic and they pointed out that it looked like I had a mustache - I looked in the mirror and saw what they saw.
On my drive home I was running down memories of visiting him at his house - an isolated farmhouse down a dirt road. I stopped in 1 gas station to shower and although it was noted you had to pay for the shampoo and conditioner - there was nothing stopping someone from just using it freely. When I walked back to my car there was an old high school bully girl sitting in my passenger seat using my phone charger - I ran her off but suggested that she get a "my charge" as they are great for emergencies. - Just then I realized I had left mine in the bed I had slept earlier that night.
Surprisingly even though the distance was great .. I seemed to make it home quickly and without any major incident. - But this was going to be the last time.
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