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The Doclopedia #2,574
Why I Can’t Go To Texas Anymore…: The Visit With Grandma
Mount Pleasant, Texas
Well, diary, my very pleasant week of visiting my grandparents here in this part of Texas has come to an abrupt end. It seems that the young lady that I dallied with on the last two nights is the daughter of an important businessman hereabouts and the girlfriend of a large and psychotic football player. Both of them found out about our sexy little romp around 10:30 Saturday night and I’ve been dodging them and the local cops for damned near 4 hours. Fortunately, I never told her my real name, or who my grandparents are, so there should be no repercussions there.
I called Grandpa from a pay phone around 2:00 and he told me where to wait for him. About 5 minutes later, he pulls up behind the old burned out church and not only has all my stuff, but one of the small motorcycles my cousin Roy left there when he joined the Army last year. He told me he’d call ahead to Pam & Lisa in Rockwall, a suburb of Dallas, so I’d have a place to stay. He also said that “those crazy sons of bitches” might be patrolling the roads around town looking for me. I hugged him and told him I loved him and Grandma, then took off.
Maybe I’ll be able to visit them again in 10 years or so.