There we were, nearing the end of the 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge and I had yet to succumb to to Nicky's demand that I participate. Although I was perturbed with Nicky's persistence in trying to track me down, I had to admit it had been a blast hanging out with some of the folks out there along the way. So much drama, though...
I kept telling myself, "It's only a dream." It wasn't possible that Nicky would continue to show up in so many places. And yet is seemed every time I turned around, there she'd be again!
There are things you don't do... attach threatening notes to hunks of cheese, send your kid to demolish cars and kidnap people, become a peeping Nicky, show up at a dinner party unannounced. I mean, really... how gauche! Then again, maybe it's just a Canadian thing.
After the "lost weekend" at the Rack 'n Roll, it was time to move on before Nicky saw Ramon's light display on social media and figured out where I was again. So Reffie, Henry and I headed east. (Ramon stayed behind as Ethyl hired him on as the full time lighting specialist at the Rack 'n Roll.)
We didn't stop until we hit the Outer Banks where we ran into Katherine. We were sitting out on Corolla Beach, enjoying some beers and a few shots of tequila when I mentioned to Katherine how exhausted I was from this whole ordeal. And then she said, maybe we should go all Axe-Murderer-Fake-Barbie on Nicky's ass. Sort of like a "Chucky" remake thing. "Or at least steal her shoes," offered Reffie, "She can't go anywhere without her bitchin' shoes."
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| (If Fake Barbie can go this bad ass with nails, imagine what she could do with an axe.) |
To be continued...
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Now that I've caught you up with what's been happening on the road, head over to We Work for Cheese to catch up with the bonafide participants of this writing extravaganza.
