A Shot with the best in the west and a few questions about what he does in his leisure suit of whits. I have changed the names and the places for protection of the drunk and bulletless. This is not as much as an interview as it is a reinforcement of behavior that is condoned and took a lot of patience and shouting to develop a pattern for. The truth is really for the reader to keep to themselves in a sense that lies are what we do when we feel tired enough to.
After a long hard day of flying the alcohol has to reach the feet before it is time to return for more. Which means the life of Stoner Allyearr, is not too fast for slow and easy. The sound barrier could break and this blues man would probably have a very intellectual remark as soon as the ears could hear it. I spent only a few minuets this morning with him and explained that I was interested in writing a small tame article in a “paper” somewhat like an interview, simply because I was needing material he agreed. So here is my first shot:
LOVE:}[to Mr. Allyearr] WHERE WERE YOU BORN AND WHERE DO YOU WANT THE BEST OF THE LAST YEARS OF YOUR LIFE TO BE SPENT?
“I was born in a Massive place where everything in which my mother chewed sits, and I want to drink from the middle all the way down. I work here and there pretty hard so when I get tired of all this, I hope to die from exaustion all the way in Cape Cod where I have a cabin on an Island.”
WHAT KIND OF WEATHER DO YOU LIKE TO WORK IN IF YOU WANT TO REST IN THE SALTY AIR?
“I want to be in the heat under the process of percipitation, or outside if I have to work because the indoors are limeted. Night or day rain or shine I can be a determined soldier if you need anything I am the one that can be sure to ask the next guy if he can help you. I fly for fun also. Keeps me busy and in the loop of it all.”
ARE YOU A SON OF A GUN IN YOUR DEFINITION OF THE WORD?
“No, I am a son of a fisherman”
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