It was the title to the Ducati. Dude gives me another hard slap to my ass, and I’m sure it turned red. desi xxx Deciding that there really wasn’t an option, I nodded my head up and down, and dude just smiles real big. He said I would be running dope from Austin back up to Tyler—every weekend. I had closed my eyes now, and was barely conscious. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting choice of words. I almost shit my pants. Later, I met up with Parker at our typical meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at Round Rock—the North end of Austin. I began to gag and choke up, and snot started pouring from my nose, along with tears from my eyes. I hear him mumble “get him some milk”. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling weed, and should be a breeze.
