Junkin'

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Strat Boone's Douthat. Junkin'

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Benny Eskdale sat slouched behind the wheel of his battered green pickup truck sipping a warm Budweiser and watching heat waves dance above the Ford's hood ornament, a chrome-plated nymph that seemed to undulate in the shimmering heat. It was a steamy July morning and the truck’s cab was fast becoming an oven, even though Benny had parked in the shade. He took a last swallow and tossed the beer can onto the faded asphalt parking lot, then yawned and drifted sideways, letting gravity pull his body down onto the seat.

Gravity fascinated Benny and had ever since he was a little boy. Some of his earliest memories were of lying in bed at night, pondering the mysterious, invisible force that somehow kept everything in its proper place.

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“Not by a long shot,” Dwayne said, kicking the door jamb. They're bugs. We're people; we have souls and go to heaven when we die. Bugs don't go to heaven.”

“Godamighty Benny, watch your mouth. Do you want to be struck down by lightning?”

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