I looked around again for it, but I didn't see it anywhere.
Hoping that this time it was really gone, and too tired to do anything
about it if it weren't, I joined Doug and Jason on a nearby log. There we
sat for four hours until, alerted by another patrolman who had picked up a
truck full of crazy, drunk rednecks, a state trooper picked us up. He
wanted to go and search for the other guy, but we convinced him to wait
until morning. Meanwhile, he took us back to my house where we slept,
excuse the pun, like dead men.
David Hunter
[back to verbosity]
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