They Tore Out My Heart and Stomped That Sucker Flat
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Lewis Grizzard
LEWIS GRIZZARD (1946-1994) was a writer and humorist known for his commentary on the American South. Although he spent his early career as a newspaper sportswriter and editor, becoming the sports editor of the Atlanta Journal at age 23, he was much better known for his humorous newspaper columns in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. He was also a popular stand-up comedian and lecturer.
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They Tore Out My Heart and Stomped That Sucker Flat - Lewis Grizzard
They Tore Out My Heart
and Stomped That Sucker Flat
Lewis Grizzard
NEWSOUTH BOOKS
Montgomery | Louisville
Also by Lewis Grizzard
Kathy Sue Loudermilk, I Love You (1979)
Glory! Glory! Gergia’s 1980 Championship Season (1981)
They Tore Out My Heart and Stomped That Sucker Flat (1982)
If Love Were Oil, I’d Be About a Quart Low (1983)
Don’t Sit Under the Grits Tree with Anyone Else But Me (1984)
Elvis is Dead and I Don’t Feel So Good Myself (1984)
Won’t You Come Home, Billy Bob Bailey? (1985)
My Daddy Was a Pistol and I’m a Son of a Gun (1986)
Shoot Low Boys—They’re Riding Shetland Ponies (1986)
When My Love Returns from the Ladies Room,
Will I Be Too Old to Care? (1987)
Don’t Bend Over in the Garden, Granny—
You Know Them Taters Got Eyes (1988)
Lewis Grizzard’s Advice to the Newly Wed (1989)
Lewis Grizzard on Fear of Flying (1989)
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I’m Gonna Nail My Feet to the Ground (1990)
Does a Wild Bear Chip in the Woods? (1990)
Chili Dawgs Always Bark at Night (1990)
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on the King of Rock and Roll (1991)
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and Other Nekkid Truths (1992)
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and Now I Believe in Miracles (1993)
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This is the tale of two hearts . . .
Contents
1 Murmurings and Sad Love Songs
2 ‘This Might Sting a Little’
3 The Hog and I
4 An Awful Attack of Sentimentality
5 Where Are You, Now That I Need You, Lucille?
6 Good Men of God
7 Adventures in ICU
8 Tubes
9 Heart II
About the Author
1
Murmurings and Sad Love Songs
I’ve had trouble with my heart for as long as I can remember. Somebody keeps breaking it. I saw one of those public service announcements on late-night television. It offered some sort of pamphlet to young women who needed to learn how to say No.
Can you imagine that? Young women today have to write off to Washington for a pamphlet in order to learn how to say No.
I thought it was something they were born with, like their inability to parallel park.
Girls never needed to look in a book to learn how to turn me down. Take when I was in high school. Those were timid, simpler times. All I wanted was to get kissed, but girls with whom I went out had a never-ending supply of excuses not to kiss me.
I have a cold,
was one I heard over and over. For years, practically every girl I cornered in the back seat of a 1957 Chevrolet had a bad cold. I started carrying around my own aspirin and orange juice. It didn’t help.
Another excuse was, I don’t want to smear my lipstick.
Go ahead and smear it,
I would say. Helena Rubenstein is a personal friend of mine.
My all-time favorite excuse for not kissing me was, I don’t want to get into trouble.
Don’t want to get into trouble? Was I asleep during biology class? You can get into trouble
just by kissing?
The only way I ever got around all this was when I went to college and began to use a wily technique known as practice kissing.
Here is how that worked:
Let’s kiss,
I would say to my victim, but it will just be for practice.
For practice?
she would ask.
Sure,
I would continue, we’ll kiss but it won’t count. We’ll do it just to see what we need to work on in case we ever decide to kiss for real.
One particular evening it took a young Phi Mu and me nearly 450 practice kisses before we finally got it right.
It was a friend of mine, Ronnie Jenkins, who taught me my first real lesson about women, which was, you never can tell about women.
We were between our junior and senior years in high school and we thumbed to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, because we heard there were, in fact, fine young women there and you could buy beer legally at eighteen, which meant if you were sixteen, like us, you could even order it in a loud voice.
The best accommodations we could afford upon our eventual arrival at Myrtle Beach was the utility room behind The Waves Motel. We paid a woman who had no teeth two dollars a night for the privilege of sleeping amongst the discarded lounge chairs and deflated beach balls. There was no air conditioning, of course, but one side of the room was chicken wire, which allowed a soft, ocean breeze to creep in, not to mention the gnats and mosquitoes.
Our first night there, we were into modest involvement with two young women when a strange thing happened. A man, obviously very drunk, came out of nowhere and began climbing on the chicken wire that was one side of the utility room.
Eileen!
screamed the man. Are you in there, Eileen?
We asked the two girls and neither was named Eileen, which was some relief to both of us.
I’m looking for Eileen,
insisted the man, now fully suspended on the chicken wire.
I’ll lean over and you can kiss my . . .
Ronnie began before I stopped him.
Careful. Maybe he’s got a gun,
I said.
I don’t care if he’s got a bazooka,
said Ronnie. Look what I’ve got.
From somewhere in the rubble of the utility room and in the dark of the interrupted moment of passion, Ronnie had found a large oar. He drew back with the oar and hit the chicken wire with great force. The man flew off the chicken wire and into the yard where he began to roll.
Wilmington,
Ronnie said the next day. Wilmington, North Carolina.
What’s Wilmington, North Carolina?
I asked.
Where that sucker on that chicken wire stopped rolling after I hit him with the oar,
Ronnie laughed.
The two girls. They are what this story was to be about in the first place. We’d met these two girls on the beach, and what can you tell about girls? They asked us how old we were and since we were sixteen, we said we were nineteen. I was a sophomore at the University of Georgia, Ronnie was home on leave from the Marine Corps.
They said they were fifteen.
When we left Myrtle Beach, they gave us their address and phone number and told us if we were ever in Star, South Carolina, be sure to look them up.
Soon, Ronnie got the itch for another trip.
Let’s go see those two girls we met at Myrtle Beach,
he said.
We raised thirty-two dollars between us, which was enough for a pint of Stillbrooks bourbon at the local Moose Club, if you knew the bartender, two one-way tickets on the Southern’s Piedmont from Atlanta to Greenville, thirty miles southeast of Star, and three dollars left.
We ran through the Stillbrooks and spend $2.75 on Coke to mix it with in the club car of the train. When we arrived in Greenville, all we had was a quarter.
We started walking.
Our troubles are over,
said Ronnie all of a sudden.
Our parents are here to take us home?
I asked, wishing out loud.
No, stupid,
said Ronnie. I see a pool hall. Watch me work.
He was good at pool, Ronnie. Moved quickly around a table with confidence