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| Lively Hood by � coondogk9 I was sittin listening to the jukebox hammering out a song over the noisy crowd. The beer was rotten just as I expected it to be so I passed on ordering my 24th mug. The dim lights hazy now from the smoke I presume. I�d danced a few with some shit ugly woman with a mustache and 2 left feet I kept stepping on. I was about ready for breakfast since it was almost sunrise, (somewhere). I knew my old lady would probably be pissed off the minute I came home with my Harley. Oh, I must have forgot to mention, I�m a biker dude. Yep, full blooded wild ass hog trompin, , bad ass scroungy lookin cycle demon. At least I am now. I ran over one in the parkin lot with my 52 model chevy truck comin in. I think I got hold of some bad whisky at that last bar and grill. It was just a bar until I left my grill hangin on the wall outside. Didn seem to hurt the radiator none tho. Thought I�d listen to just one more from Guns n Rose�s latest before I left. They were a pair now. Rose with her high an mighty attitude and starin right into this gun just cussin away darin him to pull the trigger. She�d always gotten away with it before. Guess we�ll have to break in a new barmaid now. Ut oh. I would be sittin behind her. in my next life I want somethin different. The last 2 or 3 suck bigtime. One of the last ones I had been up huntin buffalo on the Bighorn when all hell broke loose. I screwed up. I saw this band of injuns on the ridge wavin at somethin. I thought they�s wavin at me so I waved back with my sharps high in the air. Damn, I know how a porky pine feels now. Time after that was on college campus. Looked like they wuz havin a Bar B Q so I went over to join em. Didn smell all that good after I got there and some drunk, not me this time, had caught the flag on fire and was stompin it out. bout that time the ROTC Corp. or some group in uniform accidentally let off a round I guess and, yep. All hell broke loose again. I was leakin like a Japanese outhouse in a hailstorm. The one I really liked and enjoyed the longest was durin the gold rush. Them wuz the good ole days let me tell ya. Sour dough biscuits, a fresh egg from somebodies hen house. Maybe a piglet I found runnin in this shack with a ribbon round it�s neck. Spose they had it marked for bucherin. I had near 40 ounces of gold by now I snuck out from under the floorboards of the saloon that fell through the cracks in the floor. Was a little tough tryin to hide a lantern under the building in pitch dark. I tried it once without a light and just feelin round in moonlight what wuz shinin some on the purty yeller stuff. Oops. Thet yeller one rattled. DAMN. After cuttin up my hand an suckin out whut I thought wuz venom I saw I�d just poked it on a broken whisky bottle an the rattler never touched me. Nothin werse than a one handed drunk inna poker game. I couldn�t cheat near as fast as the others were and lost by butt. The onliest thing up my sleeve wuz a bloody shirt. The hills wuz purty early inna mornin under thet tree. The sun jus breakin thru the pines. The jay�s chatterin away at me an my friends. It was goin purty good till somebody spooked thet horse and I got somethin in my throat I could get out. just before it started gettin dark I heard one of them say somethin bout his daughter bein pregnant, but I couldn tell who it wuz under the hood, then it was on to the next life. I heered the creators discussion panel say somethin bout bein prez an ridin inna parade in Dallas. I knew this was the one fer me. I allays loved TEXAS. The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett |