it's one of those nights...I stand at the cross-roads...you know...when pushed I am not a nice person...I don't push...and don't like to be pushed...one time years ago I lived with this ole boy ,Virgil, was his name...stood about 6'4"...hair as black as a jet..had his leg cut off in a motorcycle accident when he was 21...bad business that...anyway...we had a good time with that wooden leg ...but thats another post

...I was about 17 at the time and we lived out in the country in a little farm house with another couple...he had a buddy come in one night and they left together...leavein me at home alone...so I loaded all his clothes up and put them in the wood stove and burned them ...all...when he came home the next day I didn't say nothin'...him and his buddy drove us into town...I rode in the back seat...we pulled in to get hambugers and I told him what I did...he back-handed me and gave me a bloody nose...I didn't give a shit...his clothes was still burned...