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A friend told me this today and it really bummed me out. Still have Stella Maris and The Passenger sitting on my nightstand, unread. I figured these would be the last two novels of his before his death, but now that it’s come it’s kind of sad that after I finish these I won’t have another to look forward to. RIP to a real one. Two pairs of brogans went along the rows. You aint goin to believe this. Knowin you for a born liar I most probably wont. Somebody has been fuckin my watermelons. What? I said somebody has been … No. No. Hell no. drat you if you aint got a warped mind. I’m tellin you … “I dont want to hear it. Looky here. And here. They went along the outer row of the melonpatch. He stopped to nudge a melon with his toe. Yellowjackets snarled in the seepage. Some were ruined a good time past and lay soft with rot, wrinkled with imminent collapse. It does look like it, dont it? I’m tellin ye I seen him. I didnt know what the hell was goin on when he dropped his drawers. Then when I seen what he was up to I still didnt believe it. But yonder they lay. What do you aim to do? Hell, I dont know. It’s about too late to do anything. He’s drat near screwed the whole patch. I dont see why he couldnt of stuck to just one. Or a few. Well, I guess he takes himself for a lover. Sort of like a sailor in a whorehouse. I reckon what it was he didnt take to the idea of gettin bit on the head of his pecker by one of them waspers. I suppose he showed good judgment there. What was he, just a young feller? I dont know about how young he was but he was as active a feller as I’ve seen in a good while. Well. I dont reckon he’ll be back. I dont know. A man fast as he is ought not to be qualmy about goin anywheres he took a notion. To steal or whatever. What if he does come back? I’ll catch him if he does. And then what? Well. I dont know. Be kindly embarrassin now I think about it. I’d get some work out of him is what I’d do. Ought to, I reckon. I dont know. You reckon to call the sheriff? And tell him what? They were walking slowly along the rows. It’s just the damndest thing I ever heard of. Aint it you? What are you grinnin at? It aint funny. A thing like that. To me it aint. Never forget the moonlight melon mounter
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