08/12/2026
As passionate as I am about digital marketing, I do also dabble in a little fiction writing from time to time.
I wrote this short story 100 years ago. I finally put it on the internet so you can read it. Here is an excerpt:
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"Hey, officer. You know what time it is?"
"Yeah, buddy. Ha! It's half past one."
"PM?" I can't even remember the last time I slept past 6:00 AM.
"Yeah, PM. Obviously. You got money? Place to stay?" Instinctively, I reach into my pocket. I find my wallet. Inside it, I can feel cash and some credit cards. There's also something that feels cold and metallic attached to the ring. I pull it out of my pocket.
"Ah, that explains it. Gets pretty wild over at the Nickajack. That's a rough crowd. Where ya from?"
"How you know I ain't from here?" I fire back. Now that I'm awake and on my feet, I'm getting tired of answering the cop's questions and fielding his insinuations.
"Well, first, you sound like you're from out west or something. Second, ain't many people around here wearing boots like that. Third, it's my business to know who's here." I'm not from ‘here,’ wherever ‘here’ is. I really don’t need to make a scene in an alley with one of the few cops in town.
"You're right. I'm not from here. Thank you for your help this morn…uh, afternoon. Could you tell me how to get to the Nickajack?"
"Ha! Don't even remember where the motel is? Go on up to the end of the alley. Hang a left. Go another two blocks, and you'll see it 'cross the street," he says, chuckling, "You carrying?"
I was caught off-guard by the questions, "What, uh, what do you mean?"
"Carrying? You got a gun on you?" he clarifies. "If not, you better find somewhere else to sleep. And I don't mean behind the bar."
"Got it. Yessir. Thanks, officer."
"Take it easy. Don't let me catch you back here tomorrow night."
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If you'd like to read more, here's a link: buffaloemarketing.com/blacktop