Coyote's Thunder Revenge

By Andy Newman and Sherrey Newman

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 11, 2009
• ISBN: 9781465333407

Andy Newman

Andy and I met in Henderson, NV, at a construction apartment complex, which we had worked together. I had found some money, in the desert, near the constructions trailer. A couple of our friends, Andy and I decided to go camping out at the Lake Mead. Andy had a 1974 Kelly Green Van, and I had a mercury, skoken piece of junk car. My car was parked on the out skirts of town, in the desert is miles from Lake Mead. Andy drove us out there, so we could go camping. We stayed at a place called Box Car and parked near the beautiful aqua blue water. The water was so clear, you could see at least ten feet down the bottom. We slept in Andy’s van, and early next morning, we heard baby Cayote pups howling in the distance. We worked together for awhile, and then went back to Beloit, we got married at Central Christian Church. After being in Wisconsin, for two years, we made a trip back out to Nevada, and Lake Mead. We just couldn’t believe how polluted Lake Mead was! We were going to go for a swim, but it was a turn off! The water was very murky and it smelled very bad too. It wasn’t like before, when we swam two years ago. There was a lot of trash lying around and through the sunshine, the desert shined from broken beer bottles. This is, what inspired us to write Cayote’s Thunder Revenge.

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Chapter 1

Red Ant Delight

I was working at a construction site for an apartment complex. Work started at 6:30 a.m., and I was supposed to be at my post to watch construction traffic coming in, and only certain vehicles could come through. This made a long day long. It’s still dark outside and a little bit cool in the morning. I was told this morning that at a certain time, I was supposed to go out in front of the apartment complex. That’s the main road. The road crew would be scraping the road, and I would have to run with a broom after the truck to make sure it’s swept off.

As I stood there at my post, I was remembering how I came about being here. I had pulled in Henderson on a Tuesday early afternoon. I was with another person, whose name I don’t want to mention. So I would call him Mr. Dick H. Mr. Dick H. and I rolled in and went out to Lake Mead. We took a right on a dirt road that said Box Car Right Ahead. It was a rugged, washout dirt road.

I was feeling real hungry at that moment, and I only had a few dollars to my name and not to mention a few groceries that needed to be bought. But I wanted to see Lake Mead. In the distance, I could see the aqua blue water, and it was a sight to see! The next thing was that my car swerved to the left, right into a pile of sand alongside of the dirt road. My Mercury was stuck at that moment. Mr. Dick H. climbed out of the driver’s side, and I opened the passenger’s-side door and stepped out to see how much of our tires were stuck in the sand. It was pretty bad.

I walked and stepped over the mound of sand and went into a washout area of the desert. I could hear my stomach growling. I was hungry. I had walked a couple more steps, and right in front of me, on the ground, was my lunch. There on the ground, sitting in the afternoon sunshine, was a TV dinner, still in its package. It was a turkey dinner at that, and there was an apple sitting on top of my dinner. I couldn’t believe my eyes. How did this get here! I wondered. I bent down and brushed the two red ants off and picked up my lunch that was served for me. I walked back to my car and set it on the hood of my car.

Mr. Dick H. said, Where did you get that?

Out in the desert, I said.

I was praying for something to eat and wella. I was checking the delicious red apple out, and there wasn’t a bad mark on it, and I set it aside. I picked up the turkey-dinner box; it hadn’t been opened, and on the bottom of the box were taped silverware and a napkin that was in a plastic wrap. And it wasn’t opened either! The dinner box was steaming hot, and I undid the box and took the plastic wrap off the dinner and sat it down on the hood of my car. I picked up the silverware and napkin, then opened it up. I pulled the fork out and started eating my lunch; it tasted great!

I said to Mr. Dick H., Do you want some of my lunch?

He said, No, go ahead. I rather have a beer.

So I dug in. It wasn’t too hot, but it sure hit the spot! I pulled my napkin out, and in the bottom of the plastic wrap was a small package of salt and pepper to put on my corn. What a lunch I had, and I saved the apple for later.

I was getting ready to pick the remains of my lunch up when a blue truck pulled up near us.

A guy yelled out his window and said, You folks look like you’re in a pickle of a mess! He got out of his blue truck and walked to the left side of my vehicle.

He looked down and said, You don’t have a shovel?

No, we don’t!

He walked back to his vehicle and started rummaging in the back of his truck and pulled a rope out. He was bringing it back with him.

He looked at the front bumper and said, Where should we tie this?

Mr. Dick H. walked in front of my old Mercury then took the rope from the guy’s hand and started tying her up.

There, Mr. Dick H. said.

The guy went back to his blue truck and hooked the rope to his back bumper.

He said, Are you ready?

Mr. Dick H. and I got into my Mercury. The guy climbed on his blue truck and started it up. He’s driving off, and there’s a big jerk in my car. Soon we were out of the sand hill. The driver of the blue truck got out and untied the rope from his back bumper. Mr. Dick H. got out of my car and untied the rope from our front bumper.

I got out of the passenger’s-side door and said, Thank you. Oh, here’s four dollars for helping us!

The guy said, No, thanks. You needn’t do that. I didn’t mind helping you folks. I help a lot of people out here!

I said, Have a nice day!

He said, The same then.

He climbed into his blue truck. He zoomed away with a dust cloud behind him. This time Mr. Dick H. drove down the middle of the dirt road. Actually the washboard road. Each side of the road was nothing but sand hills, and the road looked like it was grated by a big grater.

We drove up and around rock bends. One was a sharp turn to the left. My car was doing a zigzag around this large boulder, and then it was easy sailing. Looking out the window, I could see a lot of desert plants. Some were blooming with yellow flowers, and they were pretty.

It was getting a little bit warm, and I was sweating in my pants. I wished that I had a pair of shorts on; now we were coming to a Y in the road. There was a dirt road that went to a sharp left and to a sharp right turn.

Mr. Dick H said, Which way?

Go right, I answered.

In an instant, we were going right. We were coming closer and closer to the turquoise water. You could see a lot of boats on the water and cars parked all over the place and with a lot of tents up. There was a couple of guys fishing near the shore.

Coming closer to Lake Mead, there was a part-sandy-and-rocky road that went up to a steep hill, and it curved up and around.

I said to Mr. Dick H., What are you doing?

My car was doing a zigzagging motion in the sand. I could see the edge of the steep hill that dropped off into Lake Mead.

Hey, I said, you’re scaring me!

Mr. Dick H. said, I’m just trying to get up this steep hill. Is that all right with you?

I said, Not really. You could have said something first, you know! We hardly have any gas, and you’re doing this crap!

My car was still swaying to one side, to the other, and it feels like it’s going to be stuck in the sand again!

I was yelling to Mr. Dick H., Hey, watch out, you’re getting too close to the drop-off point.

He turned the steering wheel to a sharp left. There we made it to the top of the part-dirt road and part-rocky road. There were different rocky roads going every which way and not ending at a particular point.

There is nobody up here yet! Mr. Dick H. said.

Mr. Dick H. drove the Mercury close to the lake’s edge and skidded to a dead stop.

Hey, why are we so close for—back up a little! I told him.

If I would open the passenger’s-side door, I would be stepping ankle high in water! He backed her up a ways.

There, I said, that’s more like it.

Now getting back to my post at the construction site. Construction traffic was getting thick, and I found myself getting a little startled.

Hey, I said to one of the drivers, you cannot park here today. They’re getting ready to pave the road!

So he’s moving his vehicle. More traffic was coming in behind him and doing the same.

I found myself running up the dirt road and yelling at the top of my voice, Hey, there’s no parking here today!

All you could hear were moans and bitching from the construction workers. All of them were getting back into their vehicles and skidding up the hill to the unfinished apartment complexes.

It was getting a little bit chilly outside, my hands felt cold, and I felt a little damp through my bones. The sun was getting ready to come out. It got this way in the desert. I was thinking about the long walk I had this morning. There was nothing like getting up at 3:00 a.m. and walking to the office to get your work ticket. Then walked to work so that you could be at your post to work at 6:30 a.m. No wonder my ankles were killing me. A couple of more cars were trying to sneak by me.

Hey, I was yelling, you cannot come this way.

And soon the drivers were backing up their vehicles.

It’s going on at 7:30 a.m., and I was feeling a little bit warmer. Here came the crew for the black topping. The supervisor, named William, came along with his shaggy, long-haired dog, which was following him. He stopped over to me and told me that I can start picking up trash and sweeping out the apartment complexes and along where the road was being paved.

Then he said, After lunch, be on the front main road.

I said, Okay.

William and his dog walked away. I was really glad to get off my post, and I hurried up and stepped over the curb and walked into one of the apartment complexes. It was warmer in here, and the chill to my bones was fading away. At least I didn’t have to work so hard in here. I could take my time and not be in a hurry.

While I was picking up cardboard boxes and trash, my mind was drifting away from work. I was thinking of all the nasty things that Mr. Dick H. did to me. I had met a set of couples; both were married out at Lake Mead. All Mr. Dick H. wanted to do was go to bed with the women. I caught him in bed with one of them! I could hear her moaning and groaning so loud, it sounded like a cow in heat! This was one reason I got rid of him and the other was he ruined my car!

I had three guys working on my car, but only one person got my car running. It only lasted about a week. When you drove her, there was a lot of oil going through the tailpipe, and there was nothing but white smoke trailing behind her when she was driven. How embarrassing that was, and I was stranded with no car. My dead-beat car had finally died. It was parked in the desert in the outskirts of the town.

I had called my sister in San Diego prior to the car breaking down. Linda had told me on the phone that I needed to sign the car over to Mr. Dick H. Then she said to me, What is Mr. Dick H.’s last name?

I said, Mr. Dick H.!

She said, What? Mr. Dick Head, that is funny.

Then she stated, Have a witness for signing off the car.

I said, He doesn’t have a driver’s license.

She said, Oh well, give it to Mr. Dick H. anyhow!

I had met someone else, and his name was Andy. He and I worked together here. But we didn’t know each other that well. I had worked with Andy on the front road. We had to sweep as fast as we could behind the truck. That was, scraping the road.

One worker was yelling, Hurry up, hurry up!

Well, we were going as fast as our legs and feet could take us and give us a break, I yelled.

The end of the day was upon us, and work was done at 2:30 p.m. William was signing everyone’s work tickets and handing them to each and everyone. Andy grabbed his from William’s hand. Then I. Then Mr. Dick H. of course. Mr. Dick H. had to work here. When I applied, he applied. Mr. Dick H. knew I had a hard crush on Andy, and he didn’t like it. But I knew it was over. But he didn’t want it to be over. He was a cheating fool.

Here came my piece-of-shit car, pulling up with nothing but blowing oil smoke trailing behind her. One of the guys that fixed her was named Tank. He couldn’t get out for work, so I was paying him to fix my car. All you could say was that it ran, but for how long? That was the question.

I didn’t care. I was thinking what my sister, Linda, had told me prior to getting the car fixed, sign the crap car away, and have Andy witness it. That’s all that was going through my mind.

Andy was waiting and parked behind us. He was going to follow us just in case she would break down. We all had to go back to the office to get our checks. We all were only making 5:15 an hour. What chunk change that was!

I felt sorry for Andy. He was getting smoked out with all that burned-off oil. I felt really embarrassed. There was nothing but white smoke trailing behind us. You could hardly see Andy’s vehicle behind us. All the passersby were looking at us and laughing. We finally made it to the office to get our tickets, changed into a check. Everyone thanked Andy for following us, and he left. Tank told Mr. Dick H. that he would follow us to cash our checks and to the store.

Tank was talking to Mr. Dick H. about going out to Government Wash so he could take a shower. He said that he wasn’t getting any work because someone in the office said he stunk! Yeah, that was believable!

Tank and Mr. Dick H. and I stopped into Lake Mead Lounge to have a beer. That’s where everyone cashed their checks. Andy was already there and sitting at the bar with a pitcher of beer. I sat at the bar and ordered a pitcher with three glasses. When all the beer was gone, I paid Tank what he wanted, but it wasn’t much! I said thank you to him, and he left. Mr. Dick H. was talking to Andy. At the time, Andy was with someone else too!

I was playing the quarter machine in front of me. I had Mr. Dick H. order another pitcher for all three of us. Andy was getting ready to leave. But we talked him into staying to help drink the pitcher of beer! I was winning on the machine.

Andy drank up and said, See you tomorrow at work.

And he walked out the door. I still continued in playing with the machine. I had enough quarters in the machine, and then the machine started losing, so I pulled out. The female bartender gave me a plastic cup to put my quarters into. The cup was filled to the brim. I got up off my bar stool and walked to the office where you cash your checks and handed the cashier the plastic cup. She put the quarters in the machine to see how much I had. The total came to $125.25. This was more than I had anticipated, and my check was only $43.00.

I thought, What a score!

I was looking over my left shoulder to see how many people were still sitting at the bar. Not too many, only two. One was across the bar, and the other was Mr. Dick H. I could see my food was ordered, and it was delivered to where I was sitting.

The cashier said, Do you want a large bill?

No, I said.

She gave me twenty-dollar bills and a quarter.

I said, Thanks.

As I went to turn around to walk back to my bar stool, Mr. Dick H. was hugging the female bartender.

I thought this was odd.

As I grabbed my bar stool, I said to them, What’s going on?

She didn’t answer, and Mr. Dick H. said, Oh, nothing.

I took my coat off the chair and threw it over my right arm and picked my food off the bar and walked across the bar and sat down to eat.

Mr. Dick H. yelled over to me and said, How much did you make off that quarter machine?

I said, Over a hundred dollars.

He said, Hey, that’s great! Give me forty dollars.

I said, Are you crazy or what? You have your own paycheck, and I bought the first two pitchers of beer. You drank it and ate your food!

Mr. Dick H. said, What?

I said, You heard me!

The female bartender stared at Mr. Dick H., and he smiled at her. Then he ordered a beer and bought her whatever she was drinking. I just ignored them and finished my supper. After I ate, I put twenty dollars in the video machine that was staring at me from the bar. It was showing on the screen Place Five Coins. I looked up, and Mr. Dick H. had his money out, and he was playing the machine I had played on earlier and won the money on. The female bartender was looking around him, and they were laughing among themselves.

Chapter 2

Dirty Laundry

Soon another bartender entered behind the bar for the second shift.

He came over to me and said, Do you need a beer?

I told him, Sure do!

He asked, pointing to my can, Having the same thing?

I told him, Yes, please.

He came back with my beer.

And I said, Thanks.

My machine was losing, so I pulled the remaining quarters out of the machine. I only had about ten dollars worth, so I stuck them into my pocket to used them for later to do laundry. I got up from my machine and stood there to put my coat on and drank the remaining bit of beer left in my bottle.

I walked over to Mr. Dick H.; neither he nor the female bartender knew I was standing there. He was taking a piece of paper from the female bartender. He looked up, and she walked off. I looked down at his machine. He only had ten quarters in it.

I told him that I was going to go do laundry, and I had seen the piece of paper and said, A love note? Or let me guess, her phone number?

As I started to walk away, he mumbled under his breath, I can have her if I want to, and I can have anyone I want. I need some space. I heard him say as I kept on walking away.

He yelled behind me, Give me some money for a beer.

That’s when I turned around and said, You shouldn’t have spent your check in the machine. You would have some money, and maybe you should have paid more attention! Call your phone number and have her come by to buy you a beer.

Then I walked away.

As I stepped outside, I could see Tank’s truck parked next to my car. As I walked closer to it, Tank stepped out of his truck.

He said, You guys still here?

I said, Yes, we are unfortunately and I’m getting ready to do some laundry. How much do I still owe you?

He said, Thirty. I have it now for you, but I need to get some change.

Tank and I walked back into Lake Mead Lounge.

Tank said, Where’s Mr. Dick H.?

Somewhere in here.

I walked over to the cashier’s cage to get change for Tank. I took two twenties from my wallet and told the cashier lady that I needed change for a twenty. She handed it to me. I then walked over to the bar where Tank was sitting. I handed Tank the thirty dollars.

He said, Wow, I didn’t think that you could pay me off so fast!

Well, I said, I won in quarters.

That’s great, he said, sit down, and I will buy you a beer. I will get a pitcher for all three of us.

Let me go put my laundry in the washing machine first.

As I started to leave, Tank’s pitcher of beer arrived with three glasses.

Tank yelled over to me, Don’t forget to come back.

I won’t forget, I said.

I hurried out the doors. I walked toward my car, unlocked the trunk to get the bag of dirty clothes. I couldn’t seem to find my laundry soap, so I grabbed the dirty laundry bag and started walking toward the laundry mat. It was next to the lounge. I went in. There were only a few people doing their laundry. There were plenty of open machines, so I put my laundry in and started the machine. I walked over to the desk to buy laundry soap. I put my soap in, and I had about a half an hour before the laundry had to go into the dryer. So I went back over to the lounge.

Chapter 3

Bar Fight

Tank was still sitting at the bar; the pitcher of beer he was drinking from was almost gone. But there was no sign of Mr. Dick H. I walked back to Tank’s left side, and I said to Tank, I’m back!

Tank asked, Where’s Mr. Dick H.? I’ve been to the bathroom twice, and he’s nowhere in sight!

I said, Bathroom, I’ll be right back.

Tank yelled, I’ll order another pitcher of beer.

I was yelling, "Okay, okay!

I was hurrying to the women’s bathroom. As I was coming out of there, the back door opened partway. I was hearing laughing and giggling and loud voices. The door shut again. In a way, it sounded like Mr. Dick H.’s voice. I kept on walking, going toward the bar where Tank was sitting. Tank pulled out a bar stool for me to sit down. He already poured me a glass of beer.

Tank said to me, Where is Mr. Dick H.?

I said, I think I heard his voice at the back door!

Tank got up in a big hurry, almost spilled his glass of beer. His bar stool fell over onto the floor, making a loud noise. He’s racing toward the back of the lounge, where the back door is. The next thing I heard was a big bang. The back door slammed shut. By this time, everyone was getting up off their bar stools, along with the bartender.

They were all heading for the back door. There was so much commotion in there. The bartender went back to the bar to wait on some customers. Some of the bar people were coming back and were saying that there was a couple of guys fighting back there. The bartender was running back out there again. I also got up and went outside. Tank had Mr. Dick H. on the ground.

The bartender said, Let’s break it up, or I’ll call the police!

There sure was a lot of people standing around. Tank was picking himself up off Mr. Dick H.

The bartender was still saying, Let’s break it up.

Mind your own business!

The bartender and customers started heading back inside the bar.

After the crowd split, along the back side of the building stood the female bartender who gave Mr. Dick H. the piece of paper. I looked at her; her face was pale white. Mr. Dick H. was still lying on the ground. He looked like he got the wind knocked out of him; of course, Tank’s a big guy. He had a lot of force behind him.

Tank said to Mr. Dick H., You mentioned you were going to do it. I just thought you were blowing off steam.

Then he turned around, looked at her, and said, You scum, go on. Get out of here before I attack you!

She looked at me, looked down, and before she left, she spit on him.

She said to him, You didn’t tell me you were with her. You said she was your sister!

Then she turned and walked away.

Tank turned around and said, Sister, she’s your girlfriend!

He said to me, I’m sorry!

I walked back through the lounge to go back next door to check my laundry. I threw my clothes into the dryer. Then I went back to the lounge. I knew what was going, on and so did Tank. Tank was sitting at the bar with an empty bar stool in between them. I took a seat next to Tank instead of sitting in the bar stool between Tank and Mr. Dick H.

As I sat there, Tank poured me a glass of beer and handed it to me.

Thanks, I said.

While I was drinking my beer, Tank was saying to Mr. Dick H., How could you? You’re nothing but a dog!

I was really quiet. I couldn’t even look at the direction Mr. Dick H. was sitting. I didn’t even join in the conversation that Tank and Mr. Dick H. were having.

I took some of the remaining quarters I had left from doing laundry out of my pocket. I started feeding them into the video poker machine that was sitting in front of me. I put my last five quarters in the machine and got a four of a kind on threes.

Tank looked over at my machine and said, Look at that. She has a four of a kind on threes!

Mr. Dick H. stood up and said, Let me borrow $40?

I was cashing out on the machine; the quarters were dinging in the video-machines box as they were coming out. The bartender walked over to congratulate me. He handed me a plastic cup. I started taking quarters out and put them into the plastic cup. Then I stood up and walked over to the cashier to cash the quarters in. I made another hundred and twenty-five dollars. I was very happy!

I went back to my bar stool and stood next to Tank. Mr. Dick H. was still begging for the forty dollars. I just ignored him like he’s not there. I looked down at Tank’s pitcher of beer that was already empty.

I said out loud, Do I need to get another pitcher?

Tank said, Sure.

Mr. Dick H. said, Yeah, I need some more beer!

I said, I suppose you do since you’re not buying!

Mr. Dick H. was mumbling, checking his empty pockets, I’m broke.

But he was still insisting on borrowing forty dollars from me.

By this time, the bartender was getting the pitcher of beer I ordered. He brought three new glasses over with it. Tank grabbed the handle of the pitcher of beer and started pouring three glasses. I tipped the bartender ten dollars. I laid it on the top of the bar. It lay there for a few minutes. Mr. Dick H. tried to grab it.

As he was trying to do so, the bartender said, That’s my tip, not yours!

Mr. Dick H. backed off.

Mr. Dick H. said to Tank, Are you going to borrow that money or not?

Tank looked down, then at me, and said, ‘How can I do this? I’m not even working! I’m not on a ticket. I would have to do some more work on her car."

Then he said, It does need more work!

Tank glanced over toward my direction. Is that all right with you?

I said, I guess so if you want to help the filthy dog out!

I climbed off my bar stool and stood next to the bar. I put my right hand in my pocket and pulled out my wallet and handed Tank two twenty-dollar bills.

Chapter 4

Bouncy Rolled-Up Socks

I told Tank that I would be right back.

He said to me, Where are you going?

Next door to get my laundry, I said.

I left and walked next door. I hurried and folded my clothes along with Mr. Dick H.’s. I went to my car and opened my trunk up and slid my clean clothes in. I walked back into the lounge; in one of my hands, I had Mr. Dick H.’s clothes. I walked over to the bar and handed Tank Mr. Dick H.’s clothes. There were three pairs of rolled-up socks; they went bouncing on the floor behind the bar.

Tank said, What are you giving me them for?

Because Mr. Dick H. is staying with you! I told him.

Tank got up and said, No, he is not staying with me!

By this time, Mr. Dick H. was coming back from the restroom.

He said, What’s going on?

Tank said, Here are your clean clothes.

The bartender was picking up the three pairs of rolled-up socks. He was batting them every which way. One went flying over Tank’s head. It went bouncing toward the other side of the bar. You can hear giggling and laughter in the background as the three pairs of socks went through the air. The bartender picked up another one; it bounced off the bar toward a video machine.

One guy got up and said, I got it, I got it.

One pair landed on someone’s beer. It went toppling over with the pair of socks sitting on beer.

Tank’s laughing so hard; he’s trying to tell Mr. Dick H. about his socks. But all that came out of his mouth was laughter! Tank’s pointing at the three pairs of socks. He was still roaring with laughter.

Mr. Dick H. was running back and forth, trying to retrieve his socks.

He was yelling, Come on, give them to me.

One guy yelled, Come and get it if you want it!

Mr. Dick H. was going over there. The guy with the pair of socks hurried and threw it over his head. It went rolling over the bar, it bounced up into the air, and it went right into Tank’s empty pitcher of beer!

Everyone in the bar was laughing, all except Mr. Dick H.

He said, Look what you did to my socks!

The guy who threw it said, I made ten points! I banked it into an empty pitcher.

Tank pulled the socks out and ordered another pitcher of beer.

By this time, Mr. Dick H. looked pissed off.

Poor, baby, I said., Who started this throwing my socks around?

The bartender said to him, I did. What’s it to you!

Then he added saying to Mr. Dick H., Have a pitcher of beer on me, so sit down, and shut up! We are only having a few laughs. Don’t make a big deal about it.

Mr. Dick H., you’re not staying with me, you know. So here’s your clothes, I told him.

Mr. Dick H. said, How did you get my clothes?

Your ex-girlfriend gave them to me; she doesn’t want you around her, Tank said, because of what you pulled on her.

Mr. Dick H. said, That’s fine!

Mr. Dick H. said to Tank, Where’s the forty dollars you borrowed for me?

Tank said to him, You are only getting half of it now. You’ve had enough beer. Remember, you are working tomorrow!

Mr. Dick H. replied, Who the hell do you think you are! I can have more beer! You’re not my keeper.

He snatched the twenty dollars out of Tank’s hand. He got up and ordered a pitcher of beer for himself with no glasses. He chugged the pitcher of beer, making a mess until it’s gone and slammed it on the bar, letting out a big burp. I’ll be damned if Mr. Dick H. ordered another pitcher of beer without a glass.

The bartender said to Mr. Dick H., No more beer after this pitcher! You’ve had enough to drink for one night! You’re acting obnoxious. You can’t even walk straight!

The bartender said to Tank, Is he driving?

Tank replied, No, I will take him across the street.

Mr. Dick H. grabbed his clothes, wet socks, and pitcher of beer. He was so drunk he spilled his beer all over his stuff.

The bartender walked over and picked the empty pitcher of beer up and said to Mr. Dick H., All right, you’re done.

And he threw him a bar rag.

Clean your mess up and get your sorry ass out of here right now! I’ve had enough of you for one night, the bartender added saying.

The bartender looked at Tank; he was laughing his ass off.

Pack him up, he is out of here, he told Tank.

Tank drank the