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THE BIG STRUMDOWN

http://www.cigarboxnation.com/profiles/blogs/the-hotel-delroy-short...

(this link used to make sense, but some sneaky person changed some names, thus making me look like a raving lunatic...)

The ground rises up and smacks John "Uncle" Johnson clean in the face and he hurts and the dirt in his nose hurts and he keeps on hurting.

Boots, big ones, impacting the earth, boots coming for him, hobnailed boots filled with the callused feet of very angry, no, enraged, men, and they keep on coming like a bad dream.

He gets up and staggers and rights himself and takes off running and running and running, and plunging head first into the raging river, and he swallows a big gulp of the foul water and gags but keeps on going, ploughing through the rapids like a human steamboat he is.

He keeps on going he does, because those men, they are serious men, and they aim to have justice at any cost for the wrong that has been done them, and the very sky is stained with the vehemence of their words as they curse him from the craggy cliffs that overlook the water.

He can feel it now and it is the feeling of sweet freedom and it is good and...

KKKKKKRRRRRRSSSSSSWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!!

the water in front of him explodes, the crash/slap of a giant hunk of granite impacting the water, and all of a sudden all is dead still and even the ravens are playing possum.

Then another crash and splash and the cursing, oh the cursing, and the man called "Uncle" commences to windmill his arms like a demented cartoon character and actually rises up out of the churning waters and literally runs out to sea!

Back up on the cliffs the sinister mocking figures bellow out grotesque laughs and make increasingly obscene gestures.

"Guess that be the last time he gonna take the name o' Carl in vain!"

(Apologies to James Ellroy and Cormac Mccarthy)

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Comment by Clock The Wolf on August 13, 2012 at 5:19pm: Me dunno...

Comment by RTZGUITARS on August 13, 2012 at 3:42pm: Isn't John's store the plot to Office Space they embezzle money then burn the mother down.

Comment by Clock The Wolf on August 13, 2012 at 3:20pm: Smelling rats? Hm...

Comment by Ron "Oily" Sprague on August 13, 2012 at 3:16pm: Not only that, he looks guilty, too.

Interestingly, Wes and Unc are wearing identical clothing. I smell a rat.

Then again, I can explain that...

Comment by RTZGUITARS on August 13, 2012 at 7:19am: Man he looks Guity!

Comment by Uncle John on August 13, 2012 at 3:50am: I wasn't even near the place. Look at that honest face.

Comment by Clock The Wolf on August 13, 2012 at 3:47am

Comment by Ron "Oily" Sprague on August 13, 2012 at 1:53am: Heheheheh

The pants that he soiled down under
Caused Oily sans doily to wonder:
If a rat caused excretion,
Then maybe deletion
Of limericks might be a worse blunder?

;-)

Comment by Uncle John on August 13, 2012 at 12:34am: Huh? Is this a poetry site? Great poetry. Silent gets my vote.

Comment by RTZGUITARS on August 12, 2012 at 7:32pm: There once was a crazy old man

with a cigar box guitar in his hand

he would sit on the corners

and beg people for quarters

buck naked with his tunes and a can