It was hot, like 105 degrees hot. I
pulled into a Dairy Queen in Dickson, Tennessee, for some relief. I was headed
for Murfreesboro on a work assignment. The girl that waited on me had “HATE”
tattooed across her fingers. She must have been about 25 or so. I figured she
had a pretty rough life. She was really thin, methamphetamine thin. She had
several additional “nonprofessional” tattoos on her arm. When she handed me my
order, I asked if her fingers were getting any better? Maybe someone had asked
her that before, I don’t know. It didn’t seem to startle her. She seemed to
understand my temptation in asking. Anyway, she said yes, thanks. I’m sure the
“HATE” went onto those fingers hard and it will come off slow. A young woman I
stumbled across in Dickson, Tennessee. I don’t have the slightest idea what her
name was or the life she had, but I hope she has good luck for the rest of it.
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