Fictitious Life
Up at five A M early coffee and running for several miles like he did in the Army pushing ups and turning overs leaping buildings in a single bounding.
Money owed had to be payed so he got drunk that is the old redneck way
He moved carefully to the center of his bed and took his revolver and placed it to his head and missed. His ceiling needs improving eye hope he is reading this and not sitting on his bed looking up into the rain. The Gasoline truck would not come today he has not paid the money to the gangers with the gas.
The house and trailer will soon be boarded up the windows gone and no one home. He is such a nice fellow long in lengthy ideas and all the local women love him they just adore him he is hopelessly involved in difficulties needing money just to live his drawers is empty his socks would need a smell his hat would need a band and all the local women need is them they do without a man that has no money they learn just not to see him. His thumb will soon be out to catch a ride if they will take him just up to the county line.
He has a fictitious life.
