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I was following him around like a lost puppy and he was trying to avoid me. He jumped into a soda can and I shot it from across a horse corral, put a nice clean hole in the middle of it. I shot a bunch more times, the bullets going right through the original hole each time.
Then he popped out and took me in his arms and kissed me like I've never been kissed before, right there in the middle of the corral, and you can just call me Missus Bronson from now on.
It was relative within the absolute because, though it was a sort of old Western hotel and circus venue sort of scene, the buildings were only partial walls with no roofs and all the "rooms" were pegged out on the hillside. I was only a vagrant when I arrived, but Charles kissing me got the stamp of approval from the woman who owned this "hotel", this movie Western version of mountains covered with buddhas passages in the Avatamsaka Sutra.
pipe up any time....
