I don't know what it is about 80s Astros baseball and shithole coastal Texas towns – maybe they're metaphors for each other. Anyway, I had been working on this off and on during the spring before strosrays posted his awesome George Bjorkman tale. Since parts of his rang eerily similar, I decided not to post mine. But I went back to it earlier this week, finished it and changed my mind about not posting it.
It's long, mostly fiction, laden with profanity and I don't know if it's worth reading, but it belongs here.
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I am glad you decided to post this, after all. Excellent.
It will require a fair amount of presumption on my part, but from now on I will think of this and the Bjorkman story you mentioned as companion pieces. I kept thinking of that while reading yours. At the least, they are similar in that both emphasize the only things that matter when you are in your twenties and living in Tier 1, as the insurance-types like to call it -- the ocean, the Astros, women, and beer. In that order, more or less.
Great story, Kevin. It not only belongs, but is now part of the canon.
