Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Mule withdrawal is an ugly thing.
It creeps up on you slowly. It sneaks up on you when you are not looking.
It is silent...
It can be quick to come on and BAM ~~~
hits you right where it hurts.
And suddenly for no reason at all, you are craving for it...
For the smell of mule hair and dust to fill your nostrils...the feel of dirt on your hands, and the odor of a damp sweaty blanket.
Your co-workers give you an odd look. They don't understand, of course they couldn't.
They don't ride a mule.
I think my mule is having withdrawals also.
He stood at the gate when I pulled in tonight and started braying.
Dang, I love my mule!