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Booty Faulked
(70.3.163.252) on 3/27/2009 - 3:44 p.m. says: ( 29 views
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"the difference is you're a crybaby."
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what do you care if some folks get helped out?
isn't it better than spending money on another congresional welcome center or a fishing rodeo pavillion in utah?
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December 12, '81
Mobile
Dear Ken,
If you thought the air was bad in China, you should smell Mobile in the rain at four-thirty on a cold Saturday morning. I just got back from the Waffle House across the bay, where I spent about two hours eating steakburgers and reading your Beijing piece on Running...and drinking a hell of a lot of coffee, because a man with no hair and short pants can't just hang around a Waffle house on the edge of Mobile Bay at four o'clock in the morning without running up a tab, especially when he's laughing a lot and ducking outside in the rain every once in a while to hunker down in a big red Cadillac car for a drink of good whiskey and a few whacks of rotten cocaine...
Risky business, all in all. You want to get down under the dashboard for that kind of action, and lock the electric doors. The parking lot of a Waffle house on Interstate 10 is a bad place to get weird, and it's even worse if you keep coming back inside and reading the same #badword# magazine and making the waitress jumpy by laughing out loud every few minutes and smacking the orange countertop and smoking Dunhill cigarettes in a holder...
Jesus Christ, that was a hell of a long article. I kept thinking I could finish it off with maybe just one more whack of Wild Turkey and two more quick snorts - but the #badword#er kept on going, like a thing I might have written myself, and when i finally finished the bastard I tipped that fishhead bitch five dollars and drove like a bastard across the bridge, eight miles in five minutes.
It was the most fun I've had in a while, and a really fine piece of writing. I'm going to have a word with perry about the unfortunate slip into damaging personal libel, with regard to my own persona and future earning power, but I figure that's something we can settle out of court. An ounce should cover it, I think....
Anyway, it's good to see that you're finally beginning to learn something from the fine example I've been trying to provide, for lo these many years. And never mind those jack-offs who keep saying you'll never make it as a sportswriter. #badword# those people. You keep at it, Ken, and someday you'll be like me.
Okay, see you next time I get up there into Rape Country...and meanwhile, write just a little more often. I could use a few more good nights in the Waffle House. That was fun, man....
Hello to Babbs and the family. And tell Perry that I'm into serious training for London. by the time i get through with those dilettante limey bastards, they'll wish they were back in Dunkirk....
But until then, you've set a new standard, and it gives me real pleasure to salute it.
Your friend,
Hunter
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