KL Forslund
Nov 27, 202514 min read
A Horse With No Name
After years of wizardly planning, everything’s coming together, but first, I needed to reach the toilet paper. I leaned over, careful not to tip over the five-gallon bucket I sat on to reach the roll that fell off the other, upside down one I’d set nearby. Once I’d gotten ahold of it, I checked for scorpions; just dirt and those sticker things. That’s when I heard the vehicle roll up, and car doors open. “Alex! Where are you?” Skit. Crappy timing. I rushed to finish up before





