By: Hatless Jack
[2004-04-29]
Rabies McGee
part four
Fuck.
In through the nose out through the mouth. That's it, keep your eyes on the road. You need to slow the Sark down as soon as you can without getting rearended by this dipshit pig tailgating you, then we can all deal with the fucking hobo. Click. Was that Ben's seatbelt or the knife? Click. Okay, the first one was the seatbelt, that last one was the knife. Shit. The struggle behind me just rammed my seat forward with great force. Bang. Clomp. What the fuck was that?! "Holy Shit!" Was that surprise or pain? Ben must have knifed the hobo. We're going to jail. How in God's name am I going to explain a ripped transient in the back seat to a fucking cop? Fuck this shit, we're stopping NOW. Hit the dirt shoulder at forty-five. Ben is smashed into the dash. Spin around to the backseat. GRRRRCK. Seatbelt, unfasten seatbelt first. The back seat is empty.
"Where the fuck is he?!"
"He jumped out of the fucking car, man!"
"Jesus Christ!"
"
SLOWLY GET OUT OF THE CAR WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD."
"
ON THE GROUND NOW!"
"And that's why I want that speeding ticket matted and framed." It started as simple flirting but that stopped about twenty minutes ago. She was obviously captivated by the story. And why shouldn't she be, it was the most exciting event I've ever experienced or, god willing, probably ever will.
"What happened to the homeless guy?" she asked.
"We don't know. The cop thought we were trying to get out of the speeding ticket. He apparently didn't see our hobo friend bail out of the vehicle.
The local yokels were called out to do a halfhearted search after he'd cuffed us, but they didn't find anything. They didn't believe us either. They were all convinced we were drunk. Made us take three separate breathalyzers and a blood test. Jackasses."
"But was he hurt?" She seemed genuinely concerned.
"Well, probably after he hit the gravel at sixty-five miles an hour. But no, Ben didn't stab him, if that's what you're asking. Not for lack of trying, though. Bastard tore the ever-loving shit out of my back seat." I glanced at my watch and noted I was probably going to be late for my next class.
"So, how much is that going to be?" I asked.
"Not all that much, I think. I'll call you when it's finished." She took my hard-earned speeding ticket and placed it behind the counter.
"No problem." And at that I grabbed my hat and headed out to my faithful Cutty Sark. I had them fix the suspension just after the incident and they've cleaned the inside of the vehicle three times since then with the finest chemistries known to modern science, but the stench still hadn't completely cleared out. A memento.
Godspeed, Rabies McGee. Godspeed, you crazy motherfucker wherever the hell you
are.
It sort of has closure and leaves you wondering at the same time. Rabies becomes mythic! I envisage him as looking like "Rufus the Stunt Bum" from bumfights.com--Certainly, bailing-out at that speed and disappearing was a pretty good stunt; sort of like the D. B. Cooper of hobos.
...maybe Rabies was, you know, preternatural!
You got me. The ghost stories I tell around the campfire are always "Something creepy started to happen, so I got the fuck out of there." The vanishing hitchhiker stories would be soooo much more effective if they weren't usually ended in a neat little ball at the end. A couple of years ago I gave my poor little cousin nightmares with a story that pretty much consisted of me wandering through the main strip of a completely deserted town. Hell, that wasn't even a good story; it was the retelling of a bunch of twilight zone episodes without their respective twist endings and I was pretty drunk when I told it. That didn't help the nightmares, though.
The Ballad of the Hobo Zombie
(Rabies Fuckin'Disappeared!)He was either a ghost,or maybe they were on a lost episode of Andy Griffith. Barney never was to bright...& they let him weild a gun? Maybe he was a figment of their imagination while they were on a road "trip" with some socially unacceptable drug. I know,I know...the answer lies deep within the earth's choclately gooey center. Hobos are good ...the kind made with how ground cow and your choice of veggies wrapped in foil on the bar~b~q (no baster needed) Wonder if Dahmer liked hobos, I bet he would get a kick outta that ballad.Opie was on Andy Griffith and there's also Anthony & Opie..they broadcasted stuff about hobos..You know sumpin's good when they take it off the air...
hello Cobain come on in
Floyd observes my hairy chin
Sit down in the chair don't be afraid
Steamed hot towel on my face
I was shaved
I was shaved
I was shamed
Barney ties me to a chair
I can't see I'm really scared
Floyd breathes hard I hear a zip
Pee pee pressed against my lips
I sense others in the room (Floyd lets)
Opie Aunt Bea I presume
They take turns and cut me up
I die smothered in Andy's clutch (Aunt Bea's muff)
They gave Deputy Fife a gun, but they made him keep the single bullet they gave him in his left shirt breast pocket. Deputy Fife was largely harmless. However, in the penultimate episode of The Andy Griffith Show's second season Sheriff Griffith deputized a one Mr. Otis Campbell. In the subsequent, never aired, final episode of the season Deputy Campbell shot and killed several teenagers in a brutal "contempt of cop" incident. Mayberry's Internal Affairs Division bungled the case badly and, though Deputy Campbell was forced to leave the force, justice was never really carried out.
81. The Loaded Goat
An escaped goat eats a case of dynamite that was going to be used for blasting, and now Mayberry is in danger. Especially when Otis Campbell gets drunk.
It only takes one bullet to kill...
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/kurt/kcincident4.html
Barney should have been on some socially accepted drug...I think Floyd was on too many(they could've shared and found a happy medium)...I bet Otis was more explosive than a goat full of dynamite...who cut the goat~cheese? The answer my friend,is blowin out Otis' end...I think I remember Goober sayin' once "Pfuckin'u Otis,you're more explosive than a than a goat full of dynamite!"...especially if he drank Stroh's...you could shit through a screen and never hit a wire...Please remember to courtesy flush..the shoes someone sees under the stall next to you just might be yours...
to rephrase myself...the shoes someone sees under the next stall just might be yours...
It's ok Otis there are others like you.http://www.stickchick.net/goatsex.html
Maybe someone slipped some of this is his drink..
http://www.herballove.com/article.asp?art=204
Maybe the guy that had sex with the goat ignored the signs...KEEP OFF THE GRASS~EATER...I bet he never called her again...just like a man...left her with a bleating heart...wonder what she will tell her kids about that...
DOWN WITH THE MONIKER OPPRESSION! Go forth in freedom, brethren.
that was RFD (real fuckin' dumb of me)I wouldn't wanna be the first domino in this downward spiral. I plead the 5th of shut the fuck up that I drank although I know I'm guilty until proven innoncent...it's ok i could use a good stoning. Must of got all flustered readin about goat boy and the goat weed....hmmm i feel an adult fairy tale cummin' on...Goatboy & the Goatweed...he's plantin' his jeringa inside his soon to be supper...Fun with Tenderizing...i wondered why they had an icon of a sheep in MSN messenger...or maybe its just for some illiterate shepherd...maybe they watched too many Disney movies too..they wouldn't fall asleep countin' sheep..NO WAY!Ewe know how that goes. Sighhhhh...life's like a whore~always fuckin' sumpin'.
I must confess that I did read John Barth's Giles Goatboy twice! And that my favorite character was "Heda of the speckled teat"--I don't think that Giles was an actual goat, but rather thought that he was, and also thought that Heda was a goat-woman. Barth lives local, so I felt compelled to read of his books. Also, Barth's Sot-Weed Factor not to be changing the subject but I once lost a sum of money betting whether or not a goat would eat cigarettes, and too, they grow a lot of sot-weed around here. The End of the Road leaves one cold! But The Floating Opera was worth reading twice. One old drunk that I know has a pet goat, a big red horn-ed male goat. Sort of shaggy red fur and as big as a damned Shetland pony. His eyes are a weird golden amber with vertical pupils. An entirely Satanic goat, but not without a sense of humor. When I was a kid, we visited my grand parents. To get me out of the house, my dad told me to go butt-heads with the goat, so I did. The goat wasn't much in the mood for it, but I pushed my head against his and sure enough, he pushed back. This went on for an hour or so, until he went back to eating the labels off of tin-cans because the glue tastes good. Goat milk is a lot tastier than cow milk.
We have a locals too...Horny Goat Weed...butt thats a band...I like the author Kurt Vonnegut..an asshole looks something like this *.Butt my favorite book is Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicals...Vonnegut's Time Quark is a close second...A goat with a sense of humor? Must of been from the glue...
I liked the part where Vonnegut has the guy raking through what's left of Dresden after the fire-bombing and finding a Dresden China figurine that was somehow intact despite the conflagration. Gunter Grass wrote some funny stuff, too. The "Artist Fomerly Known As Staniel" introduced me to a funny writer, Mark Leyner; you would probably like him, too. I liked Tom Robbins Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas
Where do you get your punk steamed at, eh?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ...
oh yeah and HA!!!
What saves that cartoon, and/or gives it any redeeming social value, is the necrophiliac! Quite bizarre, indeed.
That's all good and well if one is seeking social redemption...some even find the Michaelangelo's David offensive...
http://www.courttv.com/archive/people/2001/0426/david_ap.html
I didn't realize the Ninja Turtles were so talented.
You can wash all your 2000 body parts...except the naughty ones...I expect soon majority rule will have Lever Bros. changin' the name to LEVER 1,990 & "sumpin'"
When I'm in a sober mood I worry , work and think
When I'm in a drunken mood i gamble, cuss and drink
And when my moods are over
And my time has come to pass
I hope they bury me upside down
So the world can kiss my ass
I hope they bury me upside down
You're already home! I'k OK with Michaelangelo's David, but I find DaVinci's helicopter extremely offensive, while I find his parachute only moderately annoying.
All of the time and All of the people sum of the time..butt you can't fool Biscuit..nosiree...
cry me a river bitch!!!!!!!!!!!
wrothless pice of shitttttttttt
understand this the man has your balls in a sling
how dose it feel the real woreld