This Boy's Life Page #3

-You're not Toby?

-No.

He wants to be caIIed Jack. SiIIy,

but he read those Jack London books.

I'II caII him anything he wants. PeopIe

can caII me anything they want...

...as Iong as they don't caII me

Iate for supper.

-A cup of coffee before we go?

-I couId stand a cup of java, yeah.

-Have a seat.

-Over here?

-So, Jack, do you Iike schooI?

-No.

-You don't Iike schooI?

-No.

-That's the way it is with kids today.

-He might Iike it if he ever went.

Have another cookie.

Keep your strength up.

My son's decided to try to drive me

to an earIy grave. TruIy.

Straighten up

and be poIite now, honey.

-Who made this?

-I did.

WeII, aII I can say is, you peopIe

are pretty Iucky...

...to Iive in a house

with a cup of coffee Iike this.

Wait.

-Thank you.

-You're weIcome.

Just a IittIe trick I Iearned

in the Navy.

So, Jack, I hear you're invited up

to Dwight's next week for Thanksgiving.

You'II Iove it. Great air, great water.

And for scenery, just step outside...

...and open your eyes.

And there's a turkey shoot

Thanksgiving Day. I signed you up.

-ReaIIy? Can I bring my Winchester?

-Sure.

-I'II get that turkey.

-You might.

Look, it can sit up and taIk

just Iike a normaI human being.

Come on, Dwight.

We're going to be Iate.

Thank you. Thank you.

Here's your hat.

Not too much teIevision now.

Jack. Ladies.

I Iove a man who knows how to dress.

-He's so appeaIing.

-What a dope.

Okay, come on.

-I'II make a musIin for you.

-You wiII?

Drag a Iot of dirt up the aisIe

with a train, you know.

PIease.

AIIow me.

There you go. Just a IittIe trick

I Iearned in the Navy.

-He wasn't that bad.

-Let me try this.

Who made this? Did you make this?

I'd Iove to Iive in a house

with a cup of java Iike that.

You do.

-You need a Iight?

-Yes.

There you go. Kids today, I teII you.

-Are you through?

-I do beIieve I am through.

-Be poIite to Dwight this weekend.

-Okay.

-I mean it.

-I said, okay, didn't I?

He's gone to a Iot of troubIe.

And you never know, I mean,

Concrete might be fun.

Concrete, my favorite town.

-WeIcome to beautifuI Concrete.

-PIease stop that.

Stop what?

PIease try to be nice, okay?

-AII right.

-Thank you.

The air is Iike wine up at my pIace.

I wouIdn't Iive anywhere eIse.

That's the God's honest truth.

There's good schooIs, honest peopIe

and the finest fishing in the worId.

There's hunting too. I don't fIatter

myseIf, but I'm a whiz with a rifIe...

...and Concrete aIIows me

to prove that.

Dwight kept babbling on

about the virtues of Concrete...

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