Saturday Night at Smitty's, part 9

You, and everybody in that place can kiss my hairy ass. That bitch’s been nothing but trouble since the day she walked into this town. Anybody can’t see that needs to get their dang head examined. I aint arguin’ with a hunnert witnesses. Yeah, I hit the bitch. Charge me and let me go home or leave me the fuck alone.


Now Ol’ Jimmy, that one I am sorry about. I wisht the old man had just kept his nose outa things that didn’t concern him. She just made me so mad. You know how she is. But you don’t know what she’s done. Bitch’s been messin’ with me for too long and I’ve about had enough of it.

Fine. I’ll tell you what she did. She went into my cabin and took something of mine. No, I’m not gonna tell you what it was. I knew it was her because she’s the only one I ever showed it to, thinkin’ we had somethin’ special goin’ on. Then I come home from huntin’ Saturday and the cabin’s been tossed and it’s gone. And I just knowed it musta been her.

I heard she took off. Great. I hope she never comes back. Thought somewhere in the back of my mind I heard her scream as I went down, but I don’t reckon I recall too much of any of it. I’d like to get my hands on the motherfucker who smashed me over the head, I’ll tell you that.

Aw, hell. Blame the bitch and blame the tequila. You know I aint a violent man. But every man has his limit and she pushed me to it. Now I suppose Smitty’s pissed at me too. Now where am I going to go for a drink in this town? Goddamn women.