Wednesday, December 14
Willie Took to the Dogs
Word went around; we're looking for Willie'. But, Willie's gone AWOL.
Friends talked to friends, who talked to the cops. A body was recently fished out of the river, but it wasn't white, so it wasn't Willie. Someone asked the DETOX van driver, but he hadn't seen Willie. We haven't checked the hospitals, yet. I'm hoping that Willie went back to the wet-house.
Willie got hit by a car some years back, and ended up in the hospital. He 'recovered' from his injuries in a wet-house. Willie says he didn't like staying there much, as far as having company or making friends went. Says he spent too much time in his room, a-vegetatin'. When he wasn't a-vegetatin', he was a-salivatin' at the sneeze-bar.
They say they feed you good at the wet-house. They do take their share of 'ker-chink' from your SSI check, but when you stay at the wet-house, you get all you can eat. And, you drink all you can get. ('Wet-house' ... get it?)
Willie says he stayed at the wet-house for seven-something years. He says he blew up to over 500 pounds or something, so he left the wet-house to live in the woods. That's when I met Willie.
Back when Wille moved to the woods over 30 years ago, he says he took to the animals right away. He says he got to know the geese, the squirrels ... even, the bats.
One day, he was sittin' with some friends in a little clump of woods down on the tracks. Somebody had some beer; someone else, some weed. Another had brought cherry-filled donuts. Everybody sat around eating cherry donuts, drinking beer and getting stoned - or so Willie tells it. In fact, when Willie first told the story to me, I didn't believe a word of it.
Willie says he was sitin' there, eatin' a donut, and the cherry stuff falls out on the ground. As he looks down, something dropped from a tree, bounced off his sholder, and fell in the cherry stuff. Willie says he looked closer and saw it was a bat. He says he stuffed the bat in a pillbox he had, and then put the whole thing in his pocket.
Willie says he saved the rest of his cherry-filled donut to feed to the bat. Eventually, he forgot about the bat in the pillbox, until the day he got hit by that car. Willie says he woke up in the Emergancy Room, technicians standing over him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a nurse pull the pillbox out of his jacket. When the nurse opened the pillbox, Willie says things got crazy-loud. He says they quick stuck him with a needle or something, and that's all he remembered until he woke up. Nobody ever mentioned his pillbox. And he hasn't seen his bat since.
But, Willie still likes the animals. He's alway talking about conversations he has with the animals. I can't hardly understand him sometimes. But then, I don't hardly understand animals, either. At least, I don't understand the wild ones so well.
I do understand my dogs. And, when I introduced my dogs to Willie, Willie took to the dogs, right away!
Word went around; we're looking for Willie'. But, Willie's gone AWOL.
Friends talked to friends, who talked to the cops. A body was recently fished out of the river, but it wasn't white, so it wasn't Willie. Someone asked the DETOX van driver, but he hadn't seen Willie. We haven't checked the hospitals, yet. I'm hoping that Willie went back to the wet-house.
Willie got hit by a car some years back, and ended up in the hospital. He 'recovered' from his injuries in a wet-house. Willie says he didn't like staying there much, as far as having company or making friends went. Says he spent too much time in his room, a-vegetatin'. When he wasn't a-vegetatin', he was a-salivatin' at the sneeze-bar.
They say they feed you good at the wet-house. They do take their share of 'ker-chink' from your SSI check, but when you stay at the wet-house, you get all you can eat. And, you drink all you can get. ('Wet-house' ... get it?)
Willie says he stayed at the wet-house for seven-something years. He says he blew up to over 500 pounds or something, so he left the wet-house to live in the woods. That's when I met Willie.
Back when Wille moved to the woods over 30 years ago, he says he took to the animals right away. He says he got to know the geese, the squirrels ... even, the bats.
One day, he was sittin' with some friends in a little clump of woods down on the tracks. Somebody had some beer; someone else, some weed. Another had brought cherry-filled donuts. Everybody sat around eating cherry donuts, drinking beer and getting stoned - or so Willie tells it. In fact, when Willie first told the story to me, I didn't believe a word of it.
Willie says he was sitin' there, eatin' a donut, and the cherry stuff falls out on the ground. As he looks down, something dropped from a tree, bounced off his sholder, and fell in the cherry stuff. Willie says he looked closer and saw it was a bat. He says he stuffed the bat in a pillbox he had, and then put the whole thing in his pocket.
Willie says he saved the rest of his cherry-filled donut to feed to the bat. Eventually, he forgot about the bat in the pillbox, until the day he got hit by that car. Willie says he woke up in the Emergancy Room, technicians standing over him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a nurse pull the pillbox out of his jacket. When the nurse opened the pillbox, Willie says things got crazy-loud. He says they quick stuck him with a needle or something, and that's all he remembered until he woke up. Nobody ever mentioned his pillbox. And he hasn't seen his bat since.
But, Willie still likes the animals. He's alway talking about conversations he has with the animals. I can't hardly understand him sometimes. But then, I don't hardly understand animals, either. At least, I don't understand the wild ones so well.
I do understand my dogs. And, when I introduced my dogs to Willie, Willie took to the dogs, right away!
I wonder if Willie misses his bat?
I sure miss Willie.
Kelly
