089- Border Town

tired of the everyday routine ever dream of a life of romantic adventure want to get away from it all we offer you escape escape designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure it all started on the bus just outside of Dallas the sailor who had snored beside me since

Memphis got off and the big fat guy got on. He overflowed into my half of the seat and for sound effect he ate one apple after another. He must have bought him for the sack.

Hey fella, do you mind? My top coat. Oh. I'd like to have it pressed but I prefer a tailor to do it. No. I pulled the coat out from under him. He'd smashed my carton of cigarettes almost flat.

From then on I held the coat in my lap. In my mind he was symbolic of everything connected with this trip and with my life. Second rate, middle class, mediocre. I was on my way to Hollywood.

Yeah, I'm an actor. Under personal contract to Henry Slafta, a big director. Oh, it sounds impressive, but it isn't. It's one of those insignificant stock contracts with short options and shorter dough. I should have turned it down, but I was flat broke on my heels.

why when I found the money I did what I did. Okay, folks, you're stopping here for fifteen minutes. Another stop, chance to stretch. Well, I had a cup of coffee and a sput nut in the depot and I was starting back to the bus when I saw him, my apple chewing friend.

Two men with copper written all over him were leading him out of the bus. It was a pinch. I wonder why they picked him up. I really didn't care why they took him as long as he didn't come back.