Earl sat on the couch (which was still upended). He was spellbound.
Chigger was in his element. Nobody told a barstool tale like Chigger; not the least of which because anything Chigger said, no matter how outlandish, was in character for the man and might possibly be true.
Everyone listened. They hung on his every word.
You could hear a pin drop as he paced about the room telling his tale. He’d gotten to the part where the black helicopters were attacking the convenience store and the VFD guys (at least the ones sober enough to be standing) verified the condition of the foundation.
Chigger went into great detail over the events. The volleys of of gunfire. The Ghostbuster’s car parked askew out front. It was riveting.
Earl rethought his planned BATFE report. “These. People. Are. Crazy.”
