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Wednesday Aug 19, 2020
The 33rd Potluck Brothers' Podcast
Wednesday Aug 19, 2020
Wednesday Aug 19, 2020
Yes, we count them... Because we have no idea when the next one's gonna be.... We weren't on last week... Find out Why, in this episode...
...and now Back to the story.
Director's note:
"Remember: read as if You're telling the story... slow with impact!"
What was he gonna do?...
Pondering the moment...
Remembering back, ... a reminiscence of all the travels and mishaps he's gone through to get to the point where he was at, in this very moment.
All the bullshit, literal bullshit he's gone through...
Knowing that he, Gerald, traveled 2300 miles. All the way from Nantucket, through the Appalachian Trail.
Got side swiped by a train, while hiding in the trunk of Bobby Joe's, Uncle's Lincoln Continental. ...thank God for the bullet holes, knowing he could have suffocated, he thought.
Twenty-three hundred flippen miles.. Through the flippin' desert!! Getting stung by a friggen scorpion!! "THAT Mutha Fu...!", he said allowed. ...Man, that hurt, he thought.
Shaking his head, he realizes that maybe this "Was" all a hoax...
"Twenty-three hundred miles..." Gerald says to himself silently, as he walked up to the pin point light coming through the wall. "Twenty-three hundred miles... and I wind up in some Old Ass Basement in the middle of Pennsylvania...".
Almost giving up hope, looking up to the pinhole of light... He realizes the thing that could... or would "Make ...'Or Change', his entire reality"! At least that's what Mildred's uncle told him, while in the last stage of his rabies episodes. But we never knew if the stories were true... until now... this very minute...
Realizing that he still had the bag.. The literal bag he's been carrying this whole time, may have the answer. Reaching in, and feeling Rachel's charm. The one she gave him, before the avalanche. The one thing that bonded Gerald with the love of his life. The charm that brought them together on this journey...
Until he met her sister.
That's when it all changed. And he's now in a musty, smelly, dirt encrusted floor... with half burnt chickens and goats running around...
Now, reaching into a bag, as if his life depended on it, pulled out the charm. Held it to the light... and with a glimmer of hope..
...he heard a noise.
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