Bute made his way to Vegas a few days ago & it has been a whirlwind of good times since - We spent today on the strip watching the tourney. The clock struck eight & both of us were beat - "Jesus, we are getting old buddy." -- "You got that right," he replies with a snicker. As we're cruising up Flamingo to the crib, he adds - "Do you remember the good old days when we could stay out all night long and be ready to roll the next day?"
The two of us go back a long ways - "What about that time in Mexico when you were a kid and lived with your dad on the border." Bute was sent from Kansas to live with his dad in McAllen, Texas his junior year of high school. I visited him that summer - "You know how you and I would hang out in the border towns when you came to the valley. It isn't like that anymore. I don't go down there at all. Too dangerous nowadays." The last place you would catch me is a border town, not when I was young...it was so much fun.
We arrive at the condo and I say -"Erik told me today the blog makes me look like Trump man numero uno. Do you agree with his observation?" Bute pulls the lever on the recliner; positions himself all nice & comfortable; kicks his shoes off; grabs the remote; cracks his knuckles & adds - "Fool, your homeless buddy is right about you. You're a Trumpeteer if I ever saw one. He is your idol." I've stated numerous times in the blog my affinity for the president stems from his stance concerning bi-lateral trade with other countries, mainly China - "Look," I tell him firmly, "Donald Trump is not my idol. Larry Bird is my idol. The reason I support him is his views on how the country should deal with China. You know my history with the Asian community in Las Vegas. It is stronger than ever before. Business time is coming soon & I will be well positioned when his policies kick in."
Anyhoo, the talk turns to the good old days once again - "What about that time you made a vulgar comment to that girl from Emporia & she got all pissed off and kicked you in the balls. You were doubled over on the ground and she was standing over you calling you every name in the book. Goddammit boy! That was funny." I'm glad he thought it was funny because I sure didn't - "Yeah, I remember that chick. She was a pistol. I never said anything vulgar to her again after that."
We share a few more laughs and then I say again - "Trump is not my idol. He might be some of these other clowns idol, but he is not mine. Again, I like a few of his policies. Everything else I don't care about. He can take his Twitter account and shove it up his ass as far as I'm concerned." Bute shifts his weight in the recliner a bit; grabs the remote from his lap; scratches his head; clears his throat; laughs & replies - "Whatever you say Mr. Trumpeteer."
We arrive at the condo and I say -"Erik told me today the blog makes me look like Trump man numero uno. Do you agree with his observation?" Bute pulls the lever on the recliner; positions himself all nice & comfortable; kicks his shoes off; grabs the remote; cracks his knuckles & adds - "Fool, your homeless buddy is right about you. You're a Trumpeteer if I ever saw one. He is your idol." I've stated numerous times in the blog my affinity for the president stems from his stance concerning bi-lateral trade with other countries, mainly China - "Look," I tell him firmly, "Donald Trump is not my idol. Larry Bird is my idol. The reason I support him is his views on how the country should deal with China. You know my history with the Asian community in Las Vegas. It is stronger than ever before. Business time is coming soon & I will be well positioned when his policies kick in."
Anyhoo, the talk turns to the good old days once again - "What about that time you made a vulgar comment to that girl from Emporia & she got all pissed off and kicked you in the balls. You were doubled over on the ground and she was standing over you calling you every name in the book. Goddammit boy! That was funny." I'm glad he thought it was funny because I sure didn't - "Yeah, I remember that chick. She was a pistol. I never said anything vulgar to her again after that."
We share a few more laughs and then I say again - "Trump is not my idol. He might be some of these other clowns idol, but he is not mine. Again, I like a few of his policies. Everything else I don't care about. He can take his Twitter account and shove it up his ass as far as I'm concerned." Bute shifts his weight in the recliner a bit; grabs the remote from his lap; scratches his head; clears his throat; laughs & replies - "Whatever you say Mr. Trumpeteer."
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