I hitched my first ride with a two man circus when I was twelve. Larry was a liar with fifteen thousand lies underneath his belt and Fritz has six felonies all of them for lighting fires. They let me pick most of the music, I liked big band tunes at the time. It reminded me of home that place you can never go back too. My daddy slaughtered goats to the music of chimes, every ding there was a splatter. My momma was a housewife who played poker with herself every night, sometimes she lost and others she won. Claire was my sister, she fell down the well out by the blackberry patch when she was barely a year old. I wished I could have taken her with me but a dead body buried deep is hard to cross the State of Texas with.