El PasoChapter 40
Posted: August 31, 2007 - 01:40:37 pm I once read somewhere that time was like a river upon which no one had traveled to the end. In fact, the present was as far as anyone knew about it with any certainty. You drift down the river one day at a time, never knowing what’s around the next bend. The river’s current kept you from going back the way you came, so you knew what was behind you, but you couldn’t go back to it. Yet here I was, Tyler McGuinn, washed up bull rider and the world’s worst...