Read My Lips - the blog

Episode No. 15

OK, time to get comfortable, put your feet up and get ready for another glimpse into the life of your old friend Wicked Willie.

Wicked Willie lives on the upper floor of a lavish mansion on a secluded estate. Once the leader of the free world, he fell from grace as the woman who stood behind him walked over his back on her climb to success. Now a mere disbarred attorney, he is often left alone, with just the company of Stu and Benji, his two federally-assigned bodyguards. He just sits around playin' pocket pool, and allows his thoughts to drift on some of the more important things in life. Here are his thoughts. Maybe you will get a chuckle or two and maybe you will even agree with parts of what he has to say.

Monday, November 10, 2003

Brrrr, I'm so cold I can't feel my balls. We have been steadily on the move for days now, sleepin' under bridges and in barns, eatin' anythin'. I am pretty sure what Stu brung me yesterday was slop. I don't let too many people know 'bout this, but when I was a youngun in Arkansaw, I was in charge of feedin' the pigs, and I ain't forgot what slop looks like and definitely not what it smells like. I was too hungry to think too long on it, though, and it tasted mighty fine at that.

I think we are somewhere in Siberia now. We are actually in a bar. Stu and some bearded guy is laughin and drinkin' shots of vodka. I was just lookin' for a place to sit close to the fire when I saw this internet setup. I hope you are readin' this Monica ... 'cuase I never knew how much I missed ya until I was layin' in a haystack and you weren't there.

Oh wait, what is this? There is this big broad skank just starin' right at me. Damn, I can't feel my willie. Hmmm. maybe she has come over to offer to warm it up. Oh! She wants

Well, I wish I had a good ride, so ya'll come on back here if'n ya need what I got to give, ya hear?