Just call me crazy.

It ain't easy sittin' through every bar in town draggin along the well known skinniest daughter, especially when she ain't even yars. It's a damn shame for 'er father to be drinkin n' listenin to all them harsh words flyin 'round behind his back, and so of the 42 people in this town may i be the lucky one...like sittin home watchin 'er ain't bad enough.

She sits across from me cus of 'er underage bullshhit at one of 'em pathetic tables as I look and envy those at that bar n' fancy stools and whatnot. They' r talkin alright, they' r talkin and lookin so i know what them are talkin 'bout. They make sure I hear it too...jackasses.

"I reckon that there toothpick be quite the gagger."

"Why let alone yesterdays she be gaggin up toothpaste expectin' me to brush with it, she did, she did."

"I reckon shes fun though, the best lolliegagger in this town she is, she is, ha ha ha!"

"HA HA HA like BBQ roadkill I'd poke 'er wit a stick to see if its still alive, what joy it is, Pour me 'nother Joe"

Every day it is...Every day it's the same ol' shhit, shhit people n shhit words they are. I sure am glad they dont speak directly to me, god save the soul who does, else i'd shoot em' in the netharlands i would, i sure would. Heck they'd be lucky if i were to hesitate.

So i think it, so it happens. Here comes one drunkard all proud nd hopin' he's sober. He grabs the girl under my responsiblity, havin trouble gettin a grip he is, like tryin to pick up a stick with yer toes it is. I watch, I wait until he grabs 'er shorts n try to losen them like they ain't already loose 'nough. Now i got some suspects I reckon i should whip 't out n' give 'em the popper in the netharlands i did, i sure did and he crouched down screamin to god about his crotch no longer there. People just stare like it's some surprise, some laugh. Nobody tries t' help.

I walk 'er out of the bar, she's cryin, nd' towards the sheriff's buildin. I tell 'em what happened, he see's her cryin..well, he sees *her*. With first impression i reckon he believed my story but it ain't over. I have to trust the 30 shhits in the bar to support me. I then kicked myself fer whippin out my gun when 'e attacked, just from understandin' shhit's reactions when a fight occurs.

It just happened that no shhit in the bar never saw 'r heard a thing 'bout the fight. I reckon it's cus they wish to see another, and that's just the way things go in this town..since there ain't no Tv what else is goin' t' be entertainment?

The sheriff looked at me n' walked out...just call me crazy you son of a bittch.