WESTERN COWBOY RELOADS
When I was 4 years old, I had an imaginary Cowboy friend. His name was Tex. One summer day my neighbor across the street was sitting in her breezeway with a female friend I hadn’t met before. They were laughing a lot and loudly. I walked up to them and the friend thought I was adorable and she asked me my name and I told her and I introduced her to my friend, Tex, “He’s a Cowboy” motioning with both arms to the air at my right. They laughed a lot and loudly.
Tex died that day. They killed Tex.