I forgot to post this earlier. Anyway, I was at Discount Tires this past Saturday, getting ready to roll on some 22s. (Actually, I wasn’t. I’m much lamer than that. I was just getting a tire to replace my flat.) And as I stood in line, the mechanic/tire specialist called out, “Toby Shook.” And sure enough, sitting in one of the hard plastic chairs behind me was the man that ran for DA. He wore a red baseball cap pulled low over his forehead and clothes no more or less scuzzy than my own, which were rather scuzzy. Well, Toby’s car was gonna take a few more minutes, so he returned to his seat. And that’s when I noticed the book. At first I thought it was the Bible. It was that thick. But, no, upon closer inspection, I couldn’t see the words “Holy” or “Bible.” This was something else. But what, I couldn’t make out. And I couldn’t get over how thick it was. I mean, this is what the man brings for some light reading at a tire shop?
The low-slung baseball cap, the scuzzy clothes, in all likelihood The Brothers Karamazov in tow. I’ll admit it, Toby Shook. You intrigue me.
