All rheumy eyed and tired to the bone.
The weekend of firecrackers and stupid. The under/over thirty silly shits were out in the bar ditches and the ball field with their latest paychecks in cardboard boxes of go bang stuff.
They started about the time the NASCAR race started and finished just after the rains started. Well, sometime after the rains started, and that was about an hour after the race finished.
THEN: Ah, yes. Then. Then they jumped into their trucks and cars, onto their four wheelers and whizzed up and down the road without light. Yup. In the rain, no lights, throwing firecrackers as they went by the house.
Until the inevitable happened. One lightless car went head on with a lightless truck in a game of unplanned chicken and the car blinked. Wet road, wet grass. The car jerked, off the road he went, into the five foot drop to the run-off water, down two hundred feet of sloppy grass —
Into my pasture creek and into my pasture fence. He wiped out twenty five feet or so of fence. Broke some T-poles, snapped wire and generally made a mess of the area.
Then, I got to temporarily fix barbed wire fence, in a thunder and lightening storm, knee deep in water after the local wrecker got the car out of the barr ditch.
I’d call all dopers SOB’s but I’m told it is politically incorrect to call anyone with an addiction names; cause, after all, it ain’t their fault.
Yup. Neither was their birth.
Permanent repairs will have to wait the Co-Op opening Tuesday. Just like I planned the week.
From the reaches,