I’d like to introduce a friend, who’s more like a family member. I’ve only known him for 2 ½ years but I probably know him better than he knows himself. He’s a little on the shy side so he probably won’t talk about his looks, so I will. He’s a good looking guy; stands just over six feet two and strong as an ox. When he looks directly at you, his eyes are an electric blue, but when he looks away from your eyes, you see his eyes as gunmetal gray. His ash-blond hair is usually combed back over the tips of his ears and hangs over the top of his collar with a few wavy curls. When I first met him, I thought he was probably a wanna-be actor waiting tables in Hollywood. I have to say he’s one of the most interesting characters you could ever meet. Enough said, let him talk for himself.
“Thanks, Dan, Hi I’m Corey. It’s the first time I’ve ever written anything for the public to read so when Dan asked me to talk about myself it was a scary thought. I guess the first thing you should know about me is I’m totally frustrated. Man, I’m stuck in stinking Barstow and I don’t want to be here.
I’ll probably never leave though, at least until my son is raised. You see, I’m just 23 years old and my son, Josh, is five. He’s the most incredible human being on the face of the earth. He was an accidental pregnancy, but the best accident in the world. He was created about 1am right after my senior prom. Deborah was and is a beautiful gal, but after we hot-footed it to Vegas and tied the knot, I thought we would just live a life in paradise. Boy was I wrong! About six months after Josh was born, she went a little crazy. I suppose, looking back at it now, she had what is called postpartum depression. We split up before our 1st. anniversary and we’re getting along now sharing our son’s life. She lives with her mom and works the night shift at a factory over in Victorville and I drop Josh off in the morning before going to my awful job. The recession hit Barstow pretty hard and I had planned on being out of here and in computer school five years ago, but Deb lives with her mom and seems to be stuck here. I drive a tow truck for the meanest boss on the globe. He belittles me and threatens to fire me every week.If it wasn’t for my guitar and my band, The Mojave Blues Band, I think I would lose it. We play every Saturday night to a packed house at Bucks Brews and BBQ, right on the outskirts of Barstow. My mom watches Josh every Saturday and they have become inseparable. I don’t know what I’d do without her. So, that’s my frustration; I could have played baseball in college and learned more about computers, but here I am. I do work on programming at night after Josh goes to sleep.
The strangest thing happened to me last Friday night. When I was finishing up a late evening towing job, I got a call from the sexiest-voiced woman I’ve ever heard. She said she was stuck out in the desert and her cell phone battery was almost dead. She begged me to come and tow her car. Our night shift guy was off and we were supposed to forward that night’s calls to another towing service. She offered me some cash and gave me an approved credit card number so I decided to drop Josh off at my Mom’s and try and find her. I needed the extra bucks, but suddenly I was in the middle of the strangest and scariest adventure of my life. I think Dan should tell you the rest.”
Thanks, Corey, I will tell you all this amazing story and it will be very soon, just not today. You can read the whole thing in my forthcoming novel—“BARSTOW BLUES”
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