The Blues & Billie Armstrong 35
HOW'S YOUR DRINK?
Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
“Hank? Oh, he’s harmless,” Billie said. “Just blowing off steam, probably trying not to think about where he’s headed in a couple weeks. I bet he’s more afraid than he lets on.”
Sonny said, “You never know how fear shows up.”
Space 19 was Trey’s place, isolated at the end of a dirt driveway that branched off the main loop of the park.
A seedy old singlewide that was once the caretaker’s residence and now sat rusting next to Bottlerock Creek, surrounded by unruly weeds, crumbling tires and parts cars. I suppose the rent was cheap.