By Stone Arnold
It was a hot dusty summer day in West Texas. I had crossed the border at El Paso on my way to Houston with no A/C. For those who have never been, West Texas is were Hell got it's name and no place to have a broken A/C unit.
I pulled off the highway at a sign that read King City one mile. Large towns in that part of the country are few and far between, but with any luck I'd find a clean restroom and a cold drink.
