Dwayne set the brake of the truck and slipped out of the driver’s seat into the parking lot of Little Beaver’s Liquor Store. It was a cool May evening, and the snow had all but melted in the small town of Yampa, Colorado. The Wolichek brothers had finally convinced Spookytooth to join them on a trip to Texas. Spookytooth reluctantly excepted after Brisco picked him up and threw him inside the truck-cab of their father’s septic-tank pumper. His mother finally gave in to the pressure to let Spookytooth go, but only after the brothers promised to pump her septic tank when they returned. Occasionally, the rancid smell of raw sewage backing up forced the family to eat their meals outside the home.
Spookytooth had never set-foot outside of his state, and was a bit nervous about leaving his mother alone in the cabin tending to his father. There was, however, some improvement in his father’s bout with scoptophobia. He was venturing outside of his room now, but had to be blindfolded to avoid being looked at. The brothers felt Spookytooth needed a break. Read more