Off a highway. Foggy. Drizzle. Open 24\nhours. No neon. Parking lot full of long haul rigs, work pickups,\nbattered RVs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I walk in and I feel like I’ve walked\ninto a modern Western, all except for the faux wood flooring. I don’t\nthink blood will pool and flow the same way as real wood. Too slick\nand shiny. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wranglers and knives. Boots and Trump\nball caps. Thirty different pies on the menu and oceans of drip\ncoffee. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pay at the counter and they bring it\nout. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I grab a corner table that’s out of the\nway of gunfire, should it all go down. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I started writing my modern Western the\nother day. It’s getting darker than I imagined. Kinkier, too. I\nshould write some of it here. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Three old Trumpian men in the booth\nnext to me yuck it up about their winning hand. They are the type of\nrough men who made a living with their hands who should disdain\neverything phony about Trump and his working class rhetoric. Oh well.\nThe working class man voted for Reagan, too. Look what that got them.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Orders of biscuits and gravy. An old\nman falls asleep at the counter. A vintage Ford roadster pulls up\noutside. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A phone rings. The old man wakes up and\ntakes the call. He’s barking out his conversation. He ends the call\nand limps out of the diner with a cane. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ve got lots of driving today. My mind\nis filled with the Western. I will write when I drive. I’ll be\nwearing the threadbare corduroy coat while driving. That coat was\nborn in Yugoslavia and born to write a Western. It will figure in the\nnovel.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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