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July 25, 2007

Ted: What Money Can't Buy, Servitude May

"You understand what happens, yes? It will be seven years before you can walk on your own feet.”

I looked at the tiny, wizened, man. I had no choice. Everything and everyone had already been lost. Fortunes had been pissed away in the hunt for this little monkey of a man.

"Tenoc, your medicine is my last hope."

He nodded, opening my veins over a golden bowl.

He thrust another bowl to my lips as I was on the verge of fading away.

"Drink, white man. Drink of Coyote. You will walk on four feet for the next seven years."

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Comments

Damn! I want to read the rest of this story!

Posted by: Jim at July 25, 2007 10:35 PM · Permalink

mmmmmmmm, could be.

Posted by: Ted Bronson at July 26, 2007 6:45 PM · Permalink