![]() Just last night, she figured out that the word Bard meant borrowed, Southern translation for the state of Georgia was Jawjuh, and that she was from the Nawth as in, and I quote, “Ya’ people from up Nawth sure do talk funny.” It was almost as if she needed an English-to-Southern-United-States dictionary. Her head hurt from trying to decipher these coded Southern sayings. The stifling heat reduced her to the sin of sloth. She was disgusted by the ignorance of poverty. When I got home I wrote The Monster and I’ve been so surprised and amazed by the feedback I’ve received for this story.Īfter only four days of what was supposed to be a two-week visit, Maleka Davidson was leaving Alabama. That encounter reminded me of the one years earlier and on the drive home I was left to wonder what makes a person abandon their oath? I pledged to protect this country against enemies both foreign and domestic and that’s a pretty big deal but so is walking around proudly displaying a swastika tattoo. I said thank you as I walked by him and he just nodded his head, jumped in his pick-up truck and left. He opened his candy and waited for me because he was holding the door. Not only did he not hit me, he didn’t say anything to me either. My heart started beating so fast that I thought I was gonna have a heart attack and this was my prayer please dear God, I can deal with anything he says to me, just don’t let him hit me. The station is exactly like the one I wrote about, when I was going inside a guy was coming out, he wasn’t wearing a shirt because it warm that day, and he is the guy I based Caleb on, down to the last detail. There are some parts of my state that do not celebrate diversity and I was in one of those parts and had to stop for gas. The second incident was day I sat down and wrote The Monster. Never in my life, as I walked barefoot on the hot pavement back to my car carrying my skates and lemonade, had I been so confused. When Spider came back she handed me a can of lemonade, after promising everyone I was ok, and apologizing to “Mountain” for slamming into him I was allowed to leave. ![]() Another man helped me to my feet and asked me if I wanted a ride somewhere, and I said no, explaining that my car was parked only nine cars down. My tears prompted an even bigger man than the one I knocked the wind out of to send his girlfriend, named Spider, back into the bar to get me a glass of water. ![]() Now I am surrounded by a bunch of men with racist tattoos, one of which who is kneeling at my feet and unlacing my skates, everyone is asking me if I was ok and I was so terrified by these guys I started crying. The poor Mexican kid behind the wheel drove away. When he turned around I instantly regretted it as he had the words ‘WHITE’ and ‘POWER’ tattooed on each forearm and a large swastika tattooed on the side of his neck and he was huge and he looked at me like a concerned parent.Īs he was helping to … the grass he bellowed at the driver, “What the hell is wrong with you, you coulda killed somebody!” Ok, so at this point there was maybe nine or ten other Hell’s Angel type of biker guys running from the bar across the street to their brother’s aide. I passed in front of the car with only a half a foot between us and slammed into the back of a mountain of a man who was on the other side of the driveway. ![]() COYOTE TATTOO HOW TOSo there was a car pulling out of the marina but he was looking the other way and didn’t see me and because I didn’t know how to stop I sped up. I was going faster than I should have because I hadn’t learned how to stop yet. ![]() Years ago when I was learning how to rollerblade I was cruising along Alki Beach. The idea from this story came from two different incidents. ![]()
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