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Ode to the family
Not long afterward, a 1980's beige Mercedes pulled up on the opposite side of the crossroads. I ran over to the driver to inform him that I was heading in the opposite direction but he told me not to worry, that he would bring me anyway. Normally, this would send alarm bells ringing for many hitchhikers but I took a quick look at the back seat and saw three children sound asleep so I decided against my better judgment and trusted him. He ripped the old beast into reverse and spun around and headed in the right direction. I assured him that I only needed to go 10-15 miles down the road and 2 of those were off-road, down at the farm that I was working at. He seemed un-phased, as were most of the locals because they were well accustomed to the influx of "Trimigrants"(immigrants that travel to Northern California to work on Weed farms) during the season. He asked me my name and then we quickly moved on from the formalities. He pulled out a flyer for his upcoming Halloween party and proceeded to invite me and all my friends and work colleagues. The flyer depicted a scantily clad, attractive looking, demonic like lady who was advertising The Haunted House Bash of 2016. I said I would speak to my friends and see if I could convince them. We arrived at my destination not long afterward and he told me to hang on as he jumped out of the car, I followed curiously and watched as he produced a brown paper bag of fresh peaches and pomegranates which he handed to me. I thanked him profusely, we hugged and said our goodbyes and I walked into the darkness.
A week later on Halloween night, I found myself and several other friends in Brownsville, inside a wooden shed covered with black bin bags, hay on the ground, and a DJ booth made out of the front bumper of a car. This is where I met the rest of the Margason Clan. (Oct 2016-Jun 2018)
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