woodworker

I agree.  They were real men.   Even my fathers generation was made up of real men.   So different from the sissy's so many of the single parent, or liberal parents, all seem to have raised up nowadays.

Sometimes when I can't sleep at night, I go out to my patio, have a smoke, and a drink. If my timing is correct, Freddy the Skunk will come by. I freeze. Mr. Skunk doesn't much get flustered by me, the dogs or cats next door.

He ain't an Elephant. He doesn't need to be. Nobody fucks with him.

One of these days Foamy I've got to tell you about the night of the elephants.   Because it was a close call, and it might well have brought me to an early end being either trampled to death, or flung out from one of the elephant trucks.  

A truly dreadful way to go.  

And then on that very same night.  Being stoned and having my back to this lions cage, it let out a roar.   And I quickly had my knife in my hand and was trying to reach in and stab the mother fucker.

A couple of the guys, one, Dennis Manning, who was with me for the first time that  night, saw the legendary fury that others already knew of.  I was serious, and yelling at that cock sucking lion while trying to get to him.  

It's a long story like I said.   But absolutely fucking true!