Saturday Night at Smitty's, part 7

Nah, I don’t remember nuthin’ after I hit Little Earl with my pool cue. I know that he deserved it and Shelly’s always been sweet’r’n pie to me and I don’t abide no man hittin’ a woman like that, ‘specially out in a public place. What happens behind closed doors is a man’s own bidnis, I ‘spose, but what he did that night, well that just aint right. And I said so right before I broke my favorite cue over his big dumb head, and that’s how I ended up here, I guess. We was just minding our own bidnis, havin a nice friendly game until he had to go and show up.


Listen man, my head hurts real bad and I don’t feel like talkin’ no more. Yeah, I heard things got busted up pretty good over there and I guess I’m lucky to be alive today, but it don’t feel like it right now, no sir, it hurts like hell and I don’t like your tone, to be honest. Shelly aint done nuthin’ wrong if’n she wants to take a ride then I ‘spose that’s her own bidnis too.

Hey, you got a smoke? I can’t think right without a smoke and these damn nurses won’t even let a man take a piss without holdin’ his hand, I pert near shrivel up ever time, standin there with stagefright too ‘scart to even let ‘em see the ol’ one eyed monster.

I need one of Smitty’s burgers too. Get me them things and maybe you got yerself some more information, mister. All I did was to defend the lady’s honor, and got my head all busted up fer my troubles. Just let me be, man. You aint gittin nothing more from me. Somebody call me that nurse, the cute lil redhead, cuz I gots to piss like a friggin racehorse.