I may have told this story once upon a time, however, today is a day it needs telling again.
17 years of age and living with my Grandma (bless her soul and food) and I am at 7/11 getting some munchies for my soon to be Marijuana movie fest.
I walk out and there is a real live Cowboy on a real horse just chilling on the grass. I say to him, where are you from and did you really ride your horse here? He said he was from Texas and doing some journey or whatever. We talked for about 15 minutes and parted ways.
Told my Grandma about the encounter and she was livid I didn't invite him for dinner.
I have always regretted that. That would have been a hell of a dinner. A dinner of a life time.
17 years of age and living with my Grandma (bless her soul and food) and I am at 7/11 getting some munchies for my soon to be Marijuana movie fest.
I walk out and there is a real live Cowboy on a real horse just chilling on the grass. I say to him, where are you from and did you really ride your horse here? He said he was from Texas and doing some journey or whatever. We talked for about 15 minutes and parted ways.
Told my Grandma about the encounter and she was livid I didn't invite him for dinner.
I have always regretted that. That would have been a hell of a dinner. A dinner of a life time.