"Jethro, I am taking you to breakfast, I will be there in ten minutes. Have your ass ready!" It was six o'clock in the morning, a Sunday morning, when Jayball called and woke me from a deep sleep. "There are a couple of races I want you to ship out to people. Like I said, be ready in ten minutes." I crawl out of bed, use the restroom, brush my teeth, get dressed and then - just like clockwork - my phone begins buzzing. "I am outside, hurry up!" The message read.
"Damn Jayball, when did you start wearing ladies perfume? It smells like a brothel in here. Were you with that broad from the Yard House again?" I ask. The smell of women's perfume in his car was overwhelming. As he is getting ready to answer my query, his phone starts ringing - "Hold on for a second Jethro - 'Hi babe, no I had to cut out for a bit. I had some work to take care of. I am with Jethro. You know him. He's that hillbilly from Kansas you met a while back. I will be back there in a little while. Do you want me to bring you some breakfast?" He then hangs the phone up.
"Who was that?" I ask. Jayball has more women in his stable than Carter has liver pills. How he keeps them straight is a mystery to me. "Do you remember Veronica?" he says. I remember her quite vividly. She is hard to forget. Veronica is a stripper at Sapphire's. Her body looks as if it were carved of stone. "She came over last night after work," he adds, "I wasn't expecting her, she just showed up. I have been up all night doing you know what hillbilly. Anyways, that is beside the point. I have some races I want you to send out to people." It is times like these when I realize just how dedicated he is to his craft. Think about this for a second. He has a women that bears a striking semblance to Aphrodite herself; lying in his bed, waiting for him, wanting him. And all this clown can think about is horse racing.
"Don't you ever take a day off from the races? Jesus, there is a Playboy centerfold lying in your bed as we sit here and speak. What the hell is wrong with you!" I say emphatically, "If a girl like Veronica was lying in my bed. The last damn thing on my mind would be horse racing!" Not Jayball, his clock runs different from everyone else, and he told me such - "Jethro, first of all, there will never be a girl like Veronica lying in your bed. And second, I will take all the time I need. No matter how long it takes, she will be there when I get back. Now get a pen and write these races down. I want them shipped out to the data base ASAP!"
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