Now Kiethstone, the last thing i want to see is YOU troubled by ME a grovelin!
I am deeply saddend by the thought of you being depressed. Ole Jacks is kinda like a housecat tossed out a window of a apartment building. I always land on my feet. Both of em. The good one and the frostbit one.
I remeber one time i got charge (wrongfully) for breakin an enetering. I had a case of the green apple trots and decide to go to work anyway (janitor at a high school - with a damn good football team and coach). We'll i had just got off the can and went outside around 11am topick up a weedeater. Well there was a skunk on the playground and so i thought that ain't no good (hydrophopie). So i gave in and started chasin his with a rock in each hand.
We rounded the corner at the front of the building and he got ready to let it fly so i froze up! I was caught in midstride and couldn't move (almost doing the splitts) with my arm back up over my head like a scorpion waitin to strike. He was up on his front two legs and aimed right at me. I knew if i even twitched he'd fire.
Well i had forgot that the schoolboard was inside meetin for the month and so when i saw them comin out the side door a few feet. Passed the skunk i knew i had to act fast. That is where the blasingame men usually are at there peek! Cruchtime. Well that skunk saw the school board members and they started screaming but the one's in the back kept pushin the one's in the front out the door toward a skunk at best, and a rapid skunk at worse.
Inew what i had to do. One shot! Carlos Hathcock style.
I had no choice but to take the animal down with a rock from 25 feet away! So i chucked the rock and missed and it hit the concrete just right and cracked (but not to bad) the window of one of the board members BMW's. The worse is that the animal turnd on the board and soaked em good.
Well they blamed ME! Not the skunh! They made ole Jacks the scapegoat. The janitor that was tryin to keep the little childre from gettin skunkbit. I lose my job. Fair? No. Not im my mind. But i awlays recovred and i will again
So don't worry about Jack Blasingame, Kiethstone. I'll be fine. I'll get off the street befor christmas and get me a belly full of turkey. I always land on my feet.
Jack Blasingame,II
Moderator in Training