The Midnight Line

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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“But this particular guy won't talk to me?”

“I would be surprised.

“Does he have no manners?”

“I wouldn't ask him over to a picnic.”

“What's his name?”

“Jimmy Rat.”

”For real?”

“That's what he goes by.”

“Where would I find Mr. Rat?”

“Look for a minimum six Hariey-Davidsons. Jimmy will be in whatever bar they‘re outside of.”

Make Me

There was a bar in a standalone wooden building, with a patch of weedy gravel for parking, and on the gravel were 7 Harley-Davidsons, all in a neat line. Possibly not actual Hells Angels as such. Possibly one of the many other parallel denominations. Bikers were as split as Baptists. All the same, but different.

may

ad hoc

The Midnight Line

Make Me

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