Good ole Leannamarie, I'm sorry that I missed your earlier post. It's great that you still read these truer than fiction tales. Let's see what ole Barney, err Snazzy is up to, as Life Goes On.
Sorry, I'll have to continue this tomorrow, as Life Goes On. Your Snazzy1.
Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker
Discussion in 'The Welcome Wagon' started by Snazzy, Aug 3, 2007.
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Hey Snazzy,
I'm still here and finally caught up. Had a bad infection and was doped up for awhile. Boy nothing like stranger than fiction to come out of the wood works. Your lucky Big John didn't just finish you off. Your Wifey always seems to know where you are. Just bad karma. -
Yep, Renorcr if your doped up then these true fiction tales almost make sense. Hope your doing better, as Life Goes On.
It was about a week after Geno's funeral and I was still in pretty bad shape. The pain pills didn't work unless I drank alot. Of course, your not suppose to mix the two. But hey ! It sure beat dealing wth the pain. No ! Not the physical pain. Well, I'm sure that was a part of it. My left arm just dangled and smarted. My right arm felt like it had a current of electricity running thru it. But, the real awful pain was realizing that Sweet Thang was dead. So, what happend you ask ? Well, I let my mind voice type this part.
" Hello, I'm one of Barney's mind voices. He has asked me to fill ya'll in. Let's see. Okay, Barney had attended Geno's funeral, but couldn't be a pole barer due to his neck injuries. Anyway, Sweet Thangs brother, ya'll remember him. He came in the club and delivered the bad news. Yep, he was in his police uniform and turned down the drink offer. Now, Barney and Little John had always been on a friendly terms. Little John didn't like the way his dad tried to rule over the whole family. Anyway, the sad tale went something like this. Big John learned that no criminal charges had been filed against him. So, he and his new wife decided to move Sweet Thang back to Colorado with them. Sweet Thang was released a few days after the funeral and was probably riding in the back of the new 4X4 that still had the new dealer tag. It was a dark windy night high in the Colorado mountains. Maybe it was a deer or someone feel asleep at the wheel ? We'll never know for sure, because Big John, his wife, and Sweet Thang were all ejected from the wreakage. It took a team of mountain rescuers to retrieve thier remains. Now, Little John knew that Barney had cared for his little sister and I guess he felt that...
Excuse me. I guess Little John also hated the father of his niece so bad. Remember him ? That was the dope dealer that had fathered Sweet Thang's daughter. So, Little John took all of Sweet Thangs belongings and hugged Barney, as he left. Now, Barney is a nice guy and I'm sure that most of ya'll have grown to put up with him. But, let's be honest ! Barney is kind of a flake and just doesn't fit in anywhere. He was an outcast runt as a child. Dang near got convicted as a child molester. Came close to being kicked out of the army. Screwed up a good career as a cop. Blew his marriage after near 20 years. Knocked up Sweet Thang. What else ? Oh, this gangster crap. Geez ! Oh, let's don't forget that he drives drunk ! Oh, and his feet stink too ! "
Okay, thank you mind voice. I think the Snazzers got the picture, as Life Goes On.
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I'm sorry, Snazz...
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Oh Snazzy, now what are you doing?
Oh no, Wifey coming back in the picture out of nowhere.
Life look like it's going downhill quick. -
Elmer drove to New Orleans and left Big Owl in charge. I turned the Palm Club over to Betty and did my Howard Hughes impression. Yep, I locked myself up in the loft and had a pity party. I just couldn't get it together and didn't feel like doing anything. Now here is the killer, I wasn't grieving as much, as I was feeling guilty. You know ! I mean, in all honesty I hate to admit it. But yeah, my mind voices were right. I never intended for Sweet Thang to get pregnant. Matter of fact, I'd even thought about having her get an abortion. Now, I'm not trying to suggest that was an option that she would of even considered. But hey ! Let's look at the cold hard facts. Sweet Thang already had a child that her mother was raising. I won't take credit for raising my three girls, because Wifey had done that. Oh sure, I played a part, but Wifey did the hard part. She was there for them while I was out playing cops and robbers. Her whole life was based on caring for them. Oh I know that she made some mistakes in our marriage. But, at least she was there and I knew that she would never let anyone come between them.
I didn't want any more children and heck if I did. Well, Sweet Thang would of been last on my list. Ya'll know what I mean ! Now, of course I never wished Sweet Thang dead ! I really did have feelings for her, but not deep heart felt, soul burning, end all, no sunshine when she's gone, type feelings. Matter of fact, because she was so immature, I felt like I was raising her at times. Now, talk about a guilt trip ! Yep, your mind voices know everything. They went nuts and kept me from doing anything. I just sat and listened to them. Geez, what a deal ! Oh, I did manage to quit taking those pain pills. They seemed to just make me sleep all of the time. I enjoyed drinking myself into a stooper. Heck, you can't do that if your asleep. Plus, I had ran out of them. Yep, a whole months supply gone in two weeks and I decided not to go back to the doctor. I had flung my plastic neck brace into the lake and watched it float away. Yep, no more being a turtle and itching like a dog with fleas. Man ! I hated that thang !
So, one night while I was busy feeling sorry for myself the bar fight started. Now I guess I'd been lucky, because we'd had a few roudy drunks. You know, anytime where alcohal is served those things happen. Betty knew to just seperate the warring parties and let things settle down. If that didn't work then you oust the one that won't cool off. Other options are cutting off thier drinks, barring them from the club, and the last resort calling the cops. Well, the big old fat man, that had accused the skinny young kid of stealing a quarter off the pool table, woludn't let it go. So, Betty decided to have me handle it. What a deal ! Yep, I staggered down and never saw the cue stick. Wham ! Now this is strange. As I tumbled to the floor my left arm came a live. Matter of fact my right arm stopped tingling. Of course I wasn't healed, but geez ! Man, I started to request a second smacking. The old man stood stuned as I got back up. Yep, I stood there rotating my arms around like Jack Leftlane. I guess he figured that I was just warming up for some sort of Tie Your Dong. So, he backed out of the club still holding half of the broken stick. The locals all watched in awe, as I tossed the other end into the trash, and staggered back to the loft. Of course I left a trail of blood, but hey, believe me ! I never felt a thing. Well, except my neck and arms sure felt alot better. What a deal, as Life Goes On.
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Wow, Snazz! I have a friend... in Texas, matter of fact... who's a martial arts expert. I'm gonna have to ask him about this "Tie Your Dong" thing. Could be a useful discipline for women's self defense!
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Eeehhh haaahhaaa-Snazzy your a hoot!
Tie your dong.
At least you didn't have to pay the fay guy like everyone else who hosed you. You didn't pay him did you? -
Yep Renocr, my Wifey isn't out of my life story yet. Dang ! Ducks has a black belt friend in Texas. Geez ! Nope, Big Ducker I didn't pay that guy for breaking that cue stick over my head. Maybe, I should have, as Life Goes On.
Elmer made it back from New Orleans and filled me in. It was going to be business as usual. The only changes made were that Big Owl was now in charge of the pawnshop operations. Elmer was not made Boss of Fort Worth and that wasn't all. Yep ! Bobby Seahorse from Dallas was now the Boss of both cities. What a deal ! Now, Elmer wasn't upset, which kind of surprised me. But, I could see his point. He was happy just being Geno's underboss and being in charge of collections. I guess Sid had been right, about Elmer just being a good man, as long as things were set up. Elmer just wasn't a shaker and mover. What chapped my butt was being stiffed out of most of my cut of the Palm's profits. Yep ! I'd kept up with the books and figured my share was just a little over $ 40,000, for four months work. Well, if you think that bookmaking and collections is working. Now, I did get paid some of that. I guess maybe half, but I'd paid Betty about a third of that. Anyway, the story was that Seahorse was cutting our shares and made that retroactive. So, what could I do, call the Texas Work Force Commission? Say, the Mob refuses to pay me my hard earned wages. Nope, I don't think so.
I was kind of just rolling with the blows. You know ! I decided to make Betty my right hand man, err... woman. She knew the business alot better than I did. Besides, the money wasn't all that important to me. I mean, as long as I could pull in an extra $ 1,000 per week, plus the $400 that Amelia earned me. Well, I was happy. Matter of fact, I thought about just paying off Amelia. You know, no truck payment and all. But, I figuered that would be risky. I still owed about $ 14,000 or 14 months of $1,000 payments. I was afraid that might be a little hard to explain on my tax form. Now, most of my income did appear to be legit. But, a about half of it was just handed to me $20.00 bills. I couldn't deposit it the bank, so I stashed it in the safe. I mean what else could I do ? Besides, only Elmer and I knew the combination. We had it changed right after Geno's funeral.
Well, like I said things were rocking along and then Wifey shows up. Yep, she walked right into the Palm Club and tried to set me straight. Now, to be honest, I was kind of happy to see her. I know that sounds strange. But hey! I hadn't seen her, nor my girls for sometime.
I hear clattering, lets break Snazzers, and see if this post, as Life Goes On.
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Dang Snazzy,
Just caught up to ya, Now your gonna have to write a little faster. Like mentioned earlier you should write a book!!!!!!
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