Gut Rumbles

December 27, 2004

Cat wisdom

If you meet my friend Catfish, you'll have an immediate reaction: You'll either like him right away, or you'll hang back with an eye on running for the door because you think he's the craziest sumbitch you ever saw. Either reaction is the correct one.

I remember the bonfire in Daffin Park. They stopped doing that on New Year's Eve sometime in the early 60s, when some asshole shot off a bottle rocket, hit a three year-old girl in the face, and put out one of her eyes. I learned a lesson that night: One asshole can ruin EVERYBODY'S party.

this post may offend some people, but if you've got a bitch, sent it to Cat and not me. He's blogging about Savannah and everything he says is true. His recollections are filtered through brown whiskey, but sometimes those are the best ones. He can tell some stories.

And he doesn't have to make that shit up.


Jesus. I thought Social Security or Abortion was the third rail of discourse. I forgot about racial things. Catfish is merely saying the way it was, in my take. And it was bad. I personally am very affectionate of the lad.

I've put up posts about "[Nigger] Maid Raid Day", etc. It was what it was. Horrid stuff, but the kids knew no better. I think, between the brown liquor, Cat was merely relating the situation.

If I'm wrong, tell me. But I expiate this shit all the time.

Posted by: Velociman on December 28, 2004 01:04 AM

Uh, I had made the decision not to drink again until New Year's Eve. So, I'll re-read Catfish's, uh, essay then.

Posted by: D.J. M.B. on December 28, 2004 02:25 AM

I am sure someone will get a lecture on something. People don't want to hear the truth, they want to hear the near truth or the gentle version or some other horse shit.

Posted by: James Old Guy on December 28, 2004 09:23 AM
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