Status Updates From Boy, with Accidental Dinosaur

A lot less time spent in the dinosaur rodeo than I had hoped :/

He tells Earl how he wandered westward chasing buckaroo dreams, through small work—car-valeting, chicken-packing, truck-loading, occasional blow jobs—to the apprenticeship at Dino!Dino! His fall, his hallucinatory journey with Fray’s carno. His new family.

‘I’ll ask for a truck shop,’ Matilda says. ‘I’ll tell them our navigation is screwed. Keep out of sight. I can get away with it but they’d skin you alive and use you as a condom.’

The beginning of knowledge is when you know what you don’t know.

The B2T2 shimmers. Something wild and magnificent and innocent is trapped and caged. Betrayed. For stardust, for floodlights, for the ronda and the roar of the crowd. For beer and nuts and nachos.

‘This is the Dust Tarot,’ the Silver Clown says. ‘It’s a thing from another age. Before Kingdoms and Dominions.’

And Tif is in love. In an instant, for all time. His heart stolen by a wink of rhinestone.

Roses and skulls and T. rexes in purples and velvet black. A buckaroo on an RV step shining her boots. A suit of lights hangs in a window like a captive galaxy.

You got to respect these creatures. They were kings of the world for two hundred million years. We’re not even a breath next to them.

He looked up at the right eye, looking down on him from sixty-seven million years.