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inert pile of flesh as I hauled ass for the door. The brunette came half awake when she
heard his swan song, and started scratching her head and rubbing her eyes at the same
time. All I heard from her was, “What the fuck?” and I was gone.
Shortly afterward, I decided that wasn‟t the life for me and gave it up.
There was another time, over near Owosso, circa 1967 or 1968, when I was out
drinking and driving, just enjoying the radio around one in the morning. Thug was with
me, but he never requested I change stations. Either we both liked the same kind of
music, or he simply didn‟t care.
I stopped along the road to take a leak, and let Thug out so he could do the same
thing, even though he wasn‟t drinking. He wouldn‟t go too far and would always come
back if I called. That dog was many good things, but he wasn‟t a hunter. That was his
“wife” in later years, after I got married, Punky Beagle.
Suddenly a car pulled up behind me. At least, I first thought it was a car. I was
immediately unhappy. I was still a minor, at least half drunk, maybe more, with an open
container in the car and the rest of a twelve-pack on the rear seat. If it was a sheriff, I‟d
be going to jail in Shiawassee County, a long way from home and anyone I might ask to
bail my sorry ass out in the morning. Oh, joy.
Then he walked around my car. It was a farm boy, obvious from his duds and the
way he walked and acted. However, he had a law and order streak, as well as a handgun,
and it didn‟t sit well with me. He identified himself, but I couldn‟t recall his name thirty
seconds later, so I don‟t have it for you now, after all these years.
The son-of-a-bitch looked in my car, then told me he was placing me under
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