Guyton has left me standing by the St. Augustine Trawler

[oneighty]

security fence. It is dark in the late evening. I am wearing shrimper's white boots and clothing stinking of shrimp and rotting fish. Guyton has vanished down the dark street across from where I stand.

We have walked the mile or so from the seafood docks where our boats are tied up. Guyton is looking to score some drugs. I am a fool for being with him. But he trusts me as a long time friend. He just wanted some company he had told me.

So I stand and wait. What if the cops come by? What if they ask me why I am standing alone here? What if they ask for identification? I am getting nervous waiting.

An hour or so passes by. No Guyton. Reluctantly I leave my post and walk slowly back to the dock. I sit on the boat and worry. Soon it is early morning and still no Guyton.

Next day Guyton I am relieved to see Guyton in one piece. He tells me; "I am sorry Ed. They would not let me go until you left."

Nasty people these drug dealers as I will learn soon enough.

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[Dangerously Amused]

1. Very nice, oneighty!

Hope this finds you well.

I'm just a little way through Voyages so far, all of a sudden life got really busy and I haven't had the time with it that I would like. But I take it with me whenever I go out of town in hopes that I can find a few minutes with it here or there. The short stories are perfect for that. So far, needless to say, I love what I've read. But I love all of your work. You know that.

Take care.