When I first moved back to Texas I moved to Austin. In the first moth or so I was there, I met a girl that was a mechanic. We met in a bar, drunk on Lonestar, when she needed someone to play pool with. We played pool and talked about the pirate radio station she DJ'ed at. We went to her house, while waiting on Myk to pick us up to go back to his house, where I was staying. She had a picture of her kid in a little league outfit, a couple of dogs, handcuffs on her bedpost, and empty beer bottles. We didn't talk much while waiting on Myk and his girlfriend.
When Myk arrived we grabbed road beers and drank them on our way south. Myk drove like an asshole, because that's what he does. She got sick and when we got back to Myk's house and spent an hour occupying the bathroom. We spent that night on separate couches. In the morning, we decided to go grab a dinner breakfast.
On the way, her dad called. He'd just been released from jail and she spent the drive talking to him about how it would be the first time since childhood that she'll have seen him without glass separating them. We picked a divey 24 hour place off of 35 and ate. Her and her dad talked through the majority of breakfast. I picked up the bill and she said that it had been the first time someone had ever bought her breakfast.
Spring was just starting to turn and it was a rather pleasant day out, so we decided to go swimming. She grabbed a bikini at her place, Myk and I swam in our shorts. We spent the afternoon swimming, telling each other stories, and slowly killing a six pack. At one point, while sitting in the water right off the shoreline, she pissed while sitting in my lap. Myk laughed at that.
We dropped her off and I got her number from her. I'd forgotten her name somewhere around the little league picture and the drive home the night before. I never willed myself to call her and admit I'd never quite got her name straight, but she was the most Texas person I've ever met.