Late-night. January 22, 2020. Pre-pandemic.
Travis was a good kid, but untravelled. He hadn’t seen Raiders or Lebowski or GI Joe Retaliation. And he certainly hadn’t seen Tombstone.
“The one with Angelina Jolie?” He corrected himself: “No, that’s Tomb Raider.”
I sighed, my amusement turning quickly to annoyance. “It’s about Wyatt Earp and the OK Corral.”
Oh ffs, Travis.