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Morning Break, Barksdale Job
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24 Morning Break, Barksdale Job We was redoing this old mansion, oldest house in town, they say. Lady who owns it wants to rent out rooms to rich folks, one-fifty a night, serve up grits and biscuits in the morning. We’re all out front by the columns, telling deer stories, watching college girls. Old Jerry pipes up how he don’t know what they sell in that store across the street, but it sure does make them girls look good. Finest woman I ever seen walked in there week and a half, two weeks ago. Had on them little black tights the way they wear. Got damn she’s fine as frog’s hair. Painter starts telling lies again about the prettiest chick he ever saw. Workin for Sandefers up there when they put that library in on campus. This blonde walks by wearin one of them short hippie dresses. Gust of wind catches her, blows that sumbitch right up over her head, and she weren’t wearin no bra. Shows how big they were with his hands, but we don’t fall for much he says. Jerry, he just stares at his coffee like he still can’t believe how fine. 25 Painter shows off a raggedy skull tattoo he’s got some boy making over into a twelve-point buck. Everybody watches the store until the boss hollers at us, Just as well be stealin from me takin break so long. We all go back to pounding nails, hanging rock and double insulation so rich folks won’t hear each other screw. It’s enough to help make lunchtime, thinking about long legs stepping out of expensive cars and foreign four-wheel-drives. Same way a man can make it to five thinking about the woods, the big buck prize at the bait shop, or maybe a run to them casino boats, free beers and a chance to make it big. [3.84.231.140] Project MUSE (2024-03-29 09:31 GMT) ...