Up in Smoke...

Ahh, summer time. Where the underage set up shop by the pool to graze on nachos and Nattie Light and the Texas heat engulfs you like a bridezilla swallows an unruly + 1. Ironically though, in the Texas heat, when it rains it pours. Of course when it’s hot enough to spontaneously combust, that’s the day everybody and their mother in the tri-state area are looking for an apartment…in six months…when their lease expires. I showed for four hours straight. Not an exaggeration. The combination of walking and sweat concocted a chafe, the likes of which have never been seen. As I walked to show a two bedroom for prospect #42 of the day, my legs felt like twigs starting a fire…I was sending smoke signals. I walked like John Wayne for a week. No one said it’s easy being the Duke. -B