MCSHANE THE
MOUNTAINEER
Tie me one high, this McShane the
Mountaineer guy. I've heard his name
now three years and never met. There's
a rolling path of dark soil that leads
up to his place. I'd like to cross it once,
unseen, first. It's always better to know
where you're going before you get going
to where it is you're going. You know
what I mean, right? Once we pass at
Waverly, where that liquor-store grocer
guy and the porno-shop sit, once we
cross the Susquehanna there, that
starts his land. It's long thin sliver
that runs all the way up, and then
widens out near the top by where
he lives. Survivalist mode; all that
crap. Off the grid. We'll see about that.
These guys most always turn out to be
fakers. I bet, when we get up there, he's
got magazines and movies, and he's
watching re-runs of Green Acres.
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