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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => That Mad-Dog whisky
[time] => 2005-01-14 19:25:10
[hometext] => Just a wild imagination
[bodytext] => He asked. Why does the wild black stallion chase the white mare through the forest? I don't know I said. Then he asked Why does the wild white stallion chase the black mare through the forest? I don't know I said. He said. Take a wild guess? I laughed and said you have a wild imagination-don't you? You know what else, I said? He said what? I said your crazy. He said no I'm not. Take a guess? I said OK I will. Because the stallions ate some Ginseng? He laughed and said no. Because they ate some goat weed. We both laughed like we were drunk. Then we were quiet with thought for several minutes. He said remember the story Gramps use to tell? Which one I asked? The one about the naked indian girl. I said Gramps was drunk to many nights. No! He said it was true. Gramps was drunk with dreams. Here's how the story went. A naked indian girl. Gramps used to follow her when he was stone drunk-staggering. I said where did she go? Gramps said a crocodile got her. Got her? I asked what do you mean? The crock bit her on the tit. I said, God will get you for lying. He said I'm not lying. She was a ghost right? Yeah, or that was Gramps Mad-Dog talking. I asked Mad-Dog? Yeah you know whiskey. When Gramps drank Wild-Turkey or Jim-Beam. on certain nights that naked indian girl would whipped the crock. Remember the night Gramps died? Yeah why? The same night the moon fell off the palm trees. It splashed in the swamp the swamp rippled with the moon then turned dark. Then the stars glittered the bats bellies flying in the moonless sky. That's when the naked indian girl Screamed! I still get goose bumps Yeah me to. Why do you think the naked indian girl screamed? I said I don't know tell me? No! I'm not. Why I asked? I'm afraid. Afraid? Why? I'm afraid you will like that rot gut whisky. I laughed and said yeah, and I see naked indian girls walking through the forest, then riding those wild stallions and she is smoking that goat-weed If you were a stallion with a naked indian girl riding on your back, you would run stiff legged to. I laughed and said I know your crazy now. The naked indian girl vanished one night the night we poured Jim-Beam all over the ground. You thought bats darted crazily. You should have seen them after they flew down to sip the Jim-Beam Good thing they have radars. The rats drank the rest of the whisky on the ground. The snakes ate the rats. They crawled really crooked with swollen bellies full of rats. Whisky soaked rats. Remember when our great great grandma was buried? No why? You couldn't you was only two years old. Anyway, at the grave yard the funeral guy got real mad he started cussing. Why? He couldn't nail the pine box lid down. He jumped up-n-down on the coffin with the loose lid flopping. cussing and cussing. I will never forget what he did. Which grandma was it anyway Her outlaw name was Bell Star. Thee Bell Star Yes, THEE Bell Star she used to sit on the front porch rocking in her rocking chair smoking her corn cob pipe. No one really knew who she was at the grave site. Bell Star faked her death like Jesse James did. Grandma was shot off her horse that's why she had the crippled arm. Something splashed in the distance. Its getting cold now. Put more wood on the fire. OK give me one more big swallow of that Jim-Beam you have hidden there. Did you see that? See what? She walked right through the fire. Who did? A naked indian girl. We need to quit drinking all this whisky. Laughing we drank more whisky. Then we passed out from the whisky. we dreamed the same dream. The naked indian girl was riding the black stallion into the night. When the moon arose she was riding naked on the white stallion. She vanished into the rising moon giving us a bouncing moon shot. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 68 [informant] => Wesley_Dale_Willis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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