“Man, this is crazy. Are you sure that machine of yours is right?” I dug my shovel into the ground as far as it would go.
“Dude, I’m telling you, this thing detects gold. Just dig. Trust me. Gary doesn’t lie.”
“Gary? Who the f—.” I stopped short when my shovel made contact with something. “What was that?” I looked at Jim (whose name isn’t Gary) and we both dropped to our knees and started digging with our hands.
“Oh, hell naw!” Staring up at me was a skull with one gold tooth. “Looks like Gary found more than gold.”
Good bye, Earl
Those black-eyed peas
They tasted alright to me, Earl
You feelin' weak?
Why don't you lay down and sleep, Earl
Ain't it dark wrapped up in that tarp, Earl
Gary is a great story. You packed a lot into a small space. The ending was a complete surprise.