Tuesday, April 15, 2003

I don't mean to brag but ...
I had a cousin who was the town drunk in Cookeville, Tennessee.
His name was Hollis, and he was a lot older than me, and I only met him once, when I was 15 and he was probably in his 40's, and he was a pretty nice guy, but he was sober when I met him, and they say he had a pretty mean streak when he'd been drinking, and people liked to say he was too smart for his own good, so I guess he was a tragic soul, and not too many years after I met him he died in a fire in the shack he was living in, which they say was caused by his smoking in bed.
Yep, town drunk in Cookeville, Tennessee.
Pardon me if I gloat a bit.