Pet Skunk in the middle of the road

Try not to think of the Loudon Wainwright III song

On the same trip mentioned in the Grilled Cheese / No Fries story, after I had arrived in Albuquerque, I was on my way to my first destination — visiting and staying with best friend and classmate Al and his family. Heading down Arenal Rd I was picked up by a couple young guys — one driving and the other in the back seat. I soon learned that he was in the back seat tending to their pet skunk. The skunk was running free. I’m pretty sure they were joking when they said the skunk still had its scent glands. I did arrive at Al’s family’s home armed only with my own fragrance.

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