Wednesday, September 18, 2002

 

I didnt expect him to say he would go ahead with the plan as we had concocted it under the auspices of pleasantries over whiskey. More or less like a pissin' contest until the one of us who had less to drink, which wasn't me, claimed I was a pussy and couldn't pull off a right crime if I came up with one. That I couldn't come up with a crime to begin with even! In response, I promptly came up with an idea that I was willing and able to pull off. Exclamating the arrival of this glory with a self-righteous "So, Fuck YOU anyhow."

I further goaded him with a couple of well timed jabs at his ego by mentioning his elderly status and that he was halfway home to jesus, and that his pussy ass wouldnt sit shotgun on this, what could be the charade of all charades...

"See how far it can go? Is that where we gonna have to draw that line, huh?" my drinking partner says, "I'm like a trusty dawg that acomp'nies the fisher, hunter or with a trapper. That guy is gonna make sure he gets the best damn dawg in the litter, he's gonna baby that puppy with love and than turn around and train him to kill at a command. That guy teaches the dawg heal. get, sit, kill, speak, and fetch! That guy gives the dawg a purpose and with it the dawg is grateful. He's gonna give that dawg everything and that dawg becomes that guy's best friend. When's the time, he aint gohn get up in that trap and wrastle a coon outta it, teeth wrapped around its legs. When's the time he aint gohn dive headlong into the lake after a shot goose? Are you gohn say to me that if you had a trusty dawg he wouldnt do that?"

"Shit fire, man. I didnt expect you to say you would go ahead."

"What'd you call me?!? Did you just call me goat head?!? I oughta kick yer ass! You would call yer own daddy a goat head!??!?"

posted by Hog 11:33 PM