Run Dottie, Run!

He said I was a badass. He put me at the door and told me "Don't take no shit from anyone, and no dancing". He showed up every day at 7am with his maroon red van idling. It was summer but the morning was still cool. We would lift rocks and fetch water. We mixed crete and poured it into into the frame. Slowly the rocks would grow higher and higher. He was proud. We rolled down 101 in his van. He let me smoke one of his hand rolled cigarettes. Bugle Boy. He kept them in an Altoids tin. I breathed in the smoke. It was clean but it burned. I felt like a badass.

Farewell MacGillivary. You always made me feel so much cooler and tougher than I ever really was.