The Jim Beam burned just right on the way down. I appreciate consistency.
Nine Points in the distance
Tuco the Dog and I had stayed outside until dark. We were watching the rare sight of rain-fat clouds roiling up from the west. Far, far distant thunder rolled down from Agua Fria and Saddleback Mountain punctuated by flashes of lightning. There was no sound other than the far away thunder grumbles. No birds chirping, no dogs barking, no whine of tires on pavement or car doors slamming from the neighbor’s driveway. Nada but the sound the wind makes when it blows across
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