That Gruesome San Antonio Smile

I don’t know how I got there, other than that is started with beer.

However it happened, there I was at about 2 am, standing at a bus stop in San Antonio with two guys I’d drunkenly met a few hours earlier.

One of them was a visitor to the city, like me. He was from Seattle (I only remember this because it came into play later). A bit on the shorter side with big ol’ shoulders —…