Sumfin o udda...

Black coffee and roll-em-ups.
Chapped lips and stained breath.
Good Lord! Good Morn!

The stomach is churning like a meat grinder while the dogs are running around like headless chickens. The Sun glares through the doorway of this old rock house and I reckon it'll be near 90 degrees come this after. Of course, the Sun tells no lies.

And the Asshole...

Shit son,..that fool can spool shit into silk. He's got the butter and cream. He's got the experience and the tools. He's a fuckin' Grade A liar and mighty proud of it too. Not only can the Asshole talk,.. he can even walk the walk,..but you see,..he never walks too close to the line.

He wavers and wanders.
Never straight.
Always cross.

He can share examples of good things but it is never for the benefit of others. You see, he only cares for his own successes and personal gains. The Asshole knows that appearing good is good enough for many so he hones in on his appearance and smooths out the creases of his personal flaws. When he looks good he has "done" good and people like him.

Yet people can be so naive...

Sure! Ain't nothing wrong with giving the guy the benefit of the doubt but, you see, that is how he functions and progresses. That is the strategy of the asshole and such is his very livelihood.

How is that for a "hood"?
Livelihood.

Whoooey!
I'll tell ya something,..
My being deaf contributes to my being an asshole in a hearing world.

*hint* *hint*
(nudgin' ya with me elbow)

wink,
DeeBee