Bob - Rocky
The other day my neighbor finally convinced me he was crazy. I came home to see all of his large appliances out his yard. He had begun to paint maps of the world on them with camouflage colors. Needless to say, this piqued my curiosity. I went over to see what was going on. Bob was in his basement with some bald fat man. They were tipping a bottle that they were passing back and forth, and were painting the interior of the house in camouflage as well.
Bob's wife had left about two months ago because she said, "He won't grow up!" now her statement had born fruit.
"Bob, just what the hell do you think you are doing?" I asked of the unshaven man with wild hair, wearing a khaki hat, T-shirt and shorts.
"Do'en things my way!" he slurred, "Here have a beer. Elvis," He said to the fat bald man in jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. "Get the lady a beer." I accepted the beer from one of the green painted hands of the inebriated fatman and sat on the only unpainted seat available, an empty beer keg.
I watched in amazement, as Bob's house became for all the world like a duck blind with splotches of green, brown, grey and yellow. The really amazing thing was that they were using an old atlas for their shapes. Every room had the
Continents in their proper placements in dark green surrounded by the other colors. Many beers later I went out and helped them finish air brushing the stove, fridge and deepfreeze in the yard. I never became any wiser as to why this was going on but I did have a good time.
(c) 1998 S. Day