A call comes through the dashboard mounted radio receiver. The series of numbers given means it’s drug related. A cop turns on the ignition of his squad car and is now at the place of the disturbance. The portly cop adjusts his pants by means of his utility belt and saunters his way up the front walk. The front door of the house has a doggy door and a long snake ejects himself out of the flap. Before the cop can react, the snake has leapt and plunged its teeth into his leg. The cop squeals and dances around trying to shake off the snake. He takes out his side arm and tries to shoot it but instead pops holes in the surrounding cement and grass. He does manage to cause a lawn gnome to explode. The snake digs in more and turns the cop’s leg grey.
Josh Patton is a problem of the heart writer from Keizer, Or. that is fueled by banana nut muffins and the memories of their dirt pit before the thorns came.
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