"Welcome to the jungle, we got fun-n-games. We got everything you want. Honey we know the names - We are the people who can find whatever you may need. If you got the money honey we got your disease - In the jungle, welcome to the jungle. Watch it bring you to your shun,n,n,n,n,n,n, knees."
Welcome to the Jungle ~ Guns-n-Roses
I've been reminiscing with one of Greenwood Counties finest the last few days - "Boaty, I still remember when you loaned me your Appetite for Destruction tape & told me this was the best stuff you had ever heard. I probably listened to the cassette a thousand times. As a matter of fact I never gave it back to you." Boaty was the grooviest guy at Madison High by a mile - "Women like a more cultured man. Even in Madison. It's not always about sports," he would say to me whenever he scored one of his many dates in high school. He was a real smooth operator.
"What's the deal with you and this Roxy gal on your blog? Is she even real?" -- "You better believe she is real," I tell him with exuberance - "The problem is I love her too much and won't let go. Even though it is never going to happen." -- "You make it sound like there is a hot chick everywhere you turn in Las Vegas. Surely you can find a replacement." He's right about the hot chick part, the thing is I only have eyes for one girl - "I know it sucks," I tell him with a familiar shrug - "I am too dumb to know any better."
"You ever run into Mad Max around town?" Mad Max is another guy I have known since the sixth grade - "I saw that dumb son of a bitch a few weeks ago in Emporia," he replies, "Do you remember where the Red Dog use to be? It's called the Golden Noose nowadays. He hangs out in there sometimes. What a dumb ass," he adds with a snicker - "Does he still do all the prepping, or is he is just feeding me a line of bullshit," I inquire with a snicker of my own - "I don't know what the clown does. I will tell you this he still carries a couple guns wherever he goes. He had three of his guns lying on the bar at the Noose last time I went there. I didn't really talk to him that much. It didn't look like he was in a good mood."
We chat about the weather for a few minutes & then he says - "I have an idea for you if you ever come back to visit. I will tattoo 'Village Idiot' across your lower back. Think of it as a guy 'tramp stamp," he adds with a laugh - "It will be a good fit." - If I ever did get a tattoo he would be the guy to do it. Although, I will pass on the mail tramp stamp idea - "How about a raging bull on one of my bulging biceps. Do you think you could do that?" -- "Only if you have a bulging bicep," he replies with a snicker - "Maybe a raging bull on your not so bulging bicep is a better way to say it," he adds with another laugh - "Next time you come to town I will line you out with the best tattoo you have ever had." I don't have any tattoos. I remind him of such and he says - "See, that's why it will be the best tattoo you've ever had."
Before our time ends I remind him of Mad Max & Roy's pending visit to Las Vegas - "Why don't you come out when they do. It will be like a Bulldog reunion in the desert. I am convinced a guy like you would enjoy the Village Idiot street tour. It is a lot of fun. That's what previous recipients have told me any way." Boaty is a family man nowadays and running off to Las Vegas for some fun is not always as easy as it sounds - "Let me think about it boy. I have to run it by the old lady as well. I'll get back to you," is his final words before saying goodbye.
"What's the deal with you and this Roxy gal on your blog? Is she even real?" -- "You better believe she is real," I tell him with exuberance - "The problem is I love her too much and won't let go. Even though it is never going to happen." -- "You make it sound like there is a hot chick everywhere you turn in Las Vegas. Surely you can find a replacement." He's right about the hot chick part, the thing is I only have eyes for one girl - "I know it sucks," I tell him with a familiar shrug - "I am too dumb to know any better."
"You ever run into Mad Max around town?" Mad Max is another guy I have known since the sixth grade - "I saw that dumb son of a bitch a few weeks ago in Emporia," he replies, "Do you remember where the Red Dog use to be? It's called the Golden Noose nowadays. He hangs out in there sometimes. What a dumb ass," he adds with a snicker - "Does he still do all the prepping, or is he is just feeding me a line of bullshit," I inquire with a snicker of my own - "I don't know what the clown does. I will tell you this he still carries a couple guns wherever he goes. He had three of his guns lying on the bar at the Noose last time I went there. I didn't really talk to him that much. It didn't look like he was in a good mood."
We chat about the weather for a few minutes & then he says - "I have an idea for you if you ever come back to visit. I will tattoo 'Village Idiot' across your lower back. Think of it as a guy 'tramp stamp," he adds with a laugh - "It will be a good fit." - If I ever did get a tattoo he would be the guy to do it. Although, I will pass on the mail tramp stamp idea - "How about a raging bull on one of my bulging biceps. Do you think you could do that?" -- "Only if you have a bulging bicep," he replies with a snicker - "Maybe a raging bull on your not so bulging bicep is a better way to say it," he adds with another laugh - "Next time you come to town I will line you out with the best tattoo you have ever had." I don't have any tattoos. I remind him of such and he says - "See, that's why it will be the best tattoo you've ever had."
Before our time ends I remind him of Mad Max & Roy's pending visit to Las Vegas - "Why don't you come out when they do. It will be like a Bulldog reunion in the desert. I am convinced a guy like you would enjoy the Village Idiot street tour. It is a lot of fun. That's what previous recipients have told me any way." Boaty is a family man nowadays and running off to Las Vegas for some fun is not always as easy as it sounds - "Let me think about it boy. I have to run it by the old lady as well. I'll get back to you," is his final words before saying goodbye.
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