For years, Bobby had borrowed Lou Jr.'s teeth for various occasions. To my knowledge, Lou Jr. never refused. Hell, it wasn't like he was using them or anything, except on our pot luck supper nights. Even then, he would share them with B.B. He was real good about that. As far as I know, they never had a cross word between them until right before Lou Jr. hauled off and shot Bobby. Sure, Lou Jr. was tanked up on the 40s as usual. But he is normally a real nice drunk. Granted, Bobby was supposed to get the teeth back to him. Well, guess why he was late returning them. Bobby had booked a date with me and that's what he wanted the teeth for. Bobby bought some Efferdent to soak them before he gave them back. Bobby was thoughful like that. I was going to carry them back to Lou, Jr. He had scheduled a late date with me for that evening. Those never took long. Well, Bobby and I ran into overtime and....it ended badly. So, Bobby is dead and Lou Jr. got 20 years. Bobby was a good customer for me and I let him run a tab, my mistake, I know. Plus, now we have lost two damn good tenants. The both of them paid their rent on time for the most part. People like that are hard to find. So, we got ourselves two vacancies here at the park. Pollock and I are fixing to go and get Bobby's trailer cleaned up. Won Ton says he won't replace the carpet, but I am going to scrub it real hard. And then we will pressure wash the walls. I sure wish Lou Jr. could have done this outside. But he is not real thoughful like Bobby was.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Well, hey there...How you doing, Babe? Thanks for stopping by. I hate to give you bad news...but our pastoral community here at Won Ton Wheel Estate has been shaken to the core. It's been a sad day for us. Lou Jr. and Bobby had been tight as ticks as long as I can recall. We've had many good times out at the Jello pool. I wish you could have seen Lou, Jr. do a swan dive! At 80 years old he was still poetry in motion. And that Bobby could sure smoke some sausage. He'd often bring a whole package to our weekly pot-luck supper. God, I miss that sausage already.