'BASTARD'
In order to be considered one, you have to earn
it - nasty, vituperative crank, old vile skunk,
sniping varmint, curmudgeon. Something
no one likes. All that and more, rolled in
one ball. 'That stinking old grouch never
looks back, unrolls his sleeves just to
spit on your face. Son of a bitch, he is.'
-
The weather was running like Evil.
I was bent over in the yard, in
some obvious pain - chest
upheaval, tired breathing,
a hard pounding in the head.
Down on the ground, I
tried to get up. Nothing.
-
When they came, finally, to
get me, they said: 'From
what we'd heard, you was
already dead. Consider
yourself lucky, you
ungrateful son of
a bitch.'
In order to be considered one, you have to earn
it - nasty, vituperative crank, old vile skunk,
sniping varmint, curmudgeon. Something
no one likes. All that and more, rolled in
one ball. 'That stinking old grouch never
looks back, unrolls his sleeves just to
spit on your face. Son of a bitch, he is.'
-
The weather was running like Evil.
I was bent over in the yard, in
some obvious pain - chest
upheaval, tired breathing,
a hard pounding in the head.
Down on the ground, I
tried to get up. Nothing.
-
When they came, finally, to
get me, they said: 'From
what we'd heard, you was
already dead. Consider
yourself lucky, you
ungrateful son of
a bitch.'
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