6/17/2007

 

a story, like troy, a boy

 


Dear Katherine,
It is wild out here, like nothing we have ever seen. I have to get a gun. I want to get a rifle because it reminds me of a kid shooting possum and birds and I feel like it makes sense, but I think I also have to get a pistol. Something to walk into the saloons with and let them know I am credible. You have so see the shady men, I feel so out of place and I donít know which way is up. I am going to buy a rifle and keep it on the hip of shitgoose, thank god I have a good horse, and she will keep me free. I donít want to be taken advantage of. You should see this place, it is like nothing back eastÖ I feel like a foundry . I am casting my own future.