Cadillac Ranch. Yeah. Dad used to drive us out to that fucking place almost every Saturday. It was the only day we had with him, too. Mom worked two jobs and in between she was either sleeping or bitching about how she never got child support. I guess we were starved for attention.
After Dad got sent up to Clements for good, Davey and me kept going out there. We’d fill water bottles, pack sandwiches, ride our bikes. Not much to do in Amarillo for a couple kids anyway.
After Davey was killed, I went by myself.
You say it’s still there? Funny.
Oh .. sounds like Amarillo is not the best place on earth.. at least they got one well-know sight
Kinda grim piece, but well-written.
If he keeps going back… he should know it’s still there…! And, why, in the name of hell, would he bother?
Tough life…
Definitely not going near Amarillo anytime…
Davey killed? By who? Gang fight? His brother – now paying the price. Who’s the protagonist speaking to?
Lovely.
Everyone left him ….
A monument to rough times, childhood memories, and crimes – well done!
Couldn’t find a Like button so here : Liked, man!
The bio from a cheap ordinary life that outlasted the temporary exhib is different.
I like different.
Tay
He’s right…Amarillo is a total bummer. Great concept!
Like father, like son… Too bad the poor chap couldn’t break the cycle.