tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402506991616809807.post387998345532931809..comments2023-10-16T06:53:15.333-07:00Comments on mrontemp: A Wooden Leg and a Dead Skunk - Part OneOntario Emperorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00468229071024779982noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402506991616809807.post-17294671724165630062007-12-01T20:40:00.000-08:002007-12-01T20:40:00.000-08:00Continued:"You got me, Doc." Reegan sobbed. He low...Continued:<BR/><BR/>"You got me, Doc." Reegan sobbed. He lowered his head into his hands and began shaking uncontrollably<BR/><BR/>I'd never seen such a tall man cry like that. In fact, the only man who ever juiced up his eyes like that in front of me was this one time when Daddy drove over a skunk on the way to church. We saw it in the road, but we couldn't stop in time. Daddy said it just wouldn't be Christian to leave it sufferin in the road like that, so we laid the poor li'l skunk in the back seat. The smell was so pungent that all of us had streams of tears rolling down our cheeks when we 'rrived at the church.<BR/><BR/>That was the last time I saw my Daddy. He then runned off with this church lady and never came home.<BR/><BR/>When Reegan finally came too, he was a changed man. He looked a smack embarassed and shuffled out the door. Maybe he had a Daddy and a dead skunk too that he was thinkin bout.<BR/><BR/>After that day, Doc started showin up at the bar more and more. Sometimes he'd come with a local lady, sometimes alone. He always did seem to be keepin a special eye on me. Who knows.. maybe he knew about my Daddy leavin us and he thought he could help.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com