Chapter 25

Red Adamson ~

“I’ll pick you up at your house by 6PM sharp for the festivities.” Those were the last I heard of Gar before he hopped into his dirt bike he had rested by the side of a rail and drove off.

I took another thirty minutes trying to whip up something nice for Halloween. At least now I know how song writers feel. The job is nowhere close to being easy. On a good day, writing songs is kind of what I do even if I do the singing in my head but now, it just feels like I’m dry out of words to sing.

‘Charlie!!!’...