Annalee is the bee’s knees. Swear to Jesus. We were headed out to Pioneer Town to catch the Sin City All Stars’ doin’ their Gram Parson’s Tribute show at Pappy and Harriet’s Pioneer Town Palace, and I realized we were right down the way from the Tin Can Ranch, the place where me and my old man used to live when we first moved out to California.
We turned down a dirt road and I told her which way to go, trying to remember the way. There’s no street signs out there. It’s pretty off the grid. But that’s the how and the why of Dwight likin’ it. He liked to be left alone. Like, real left alone. We musta spent a thousand nights out there, under the stars, just the fire keepin’ us warm, drinkin’ beer, listenin’ to the coyotes howl.
Dwight was alright. He meant well. He just, I don’t know, he wasn’t too tender if ya know what I mean. But he had a tough life, he didn’t come from a real tender family, so I can’t blame him. He just wasn’t used to bein’ around a woman after so much time in the penn. They don’t train ’em how to treat a woman while they’re inside. They should. That’s what them guys need, a good woman.
And my dream of bein’ an actress, well, he just laughed at that everytime I said it. Soon I just shut up about it and went about dreamin’ on my own. Silent like.
It was good to see the ranch, all the same. Kinda hard though. But Annalee, she’s nice. She just listened while I was talkin’ and gettin’ all teary. Somehow she knew that’s what I needed. Just to talk and get it out. I miss those times with Dwight. Well, some of ’em. I mean, I’m glad the whole restraining order thing worked out the way it did an all. It’s what got me to Los Angeles finally. Where I met my best girl, Annalee.
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