Dead Meat

Dead Meat

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Sometimes when you’re just minding your own business you still get into trouble if you run into the wrong people. Here’s the story.

 

 

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Dead Meat

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Along about when I turned 22 years old and was still single, Franklin Monroe and myself went to the Drag Races out in the country at the Drag Race Track out near Palo Duro Canyon southeast of Amarillo, Texas. At that time Monroe was driving a new red 1965 Mustang Fastback GT and the drag races always hyped him up so we had made it home from Amarillo in record time.

 

 

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Monroe’s 1965 red Mustang Fastback GT that we drove  to Amarillo to the Drag Races  


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We stopped at this little hole in the wall bar called the Country Club in Buenavista just west of Borger, Texas, because Monroe wanted to get a six pack of beer. Monroe went in and in a few minutes he came out with a six pack. About the time he got to the car, two big guys and a smaller one came out the door and one of the big guys who had obviously been drinking all day. yelled “Hey, buddy, you kicked my cowboy boot on the way out and skinned it up.”

 

 

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That big guy kicked my cowboy boot on the way by, let’s go outside and teach him a lesson.

 

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Monroe responded “Sorry, I didn’t see it.” The guy then said “Well you skinned it what are you going to do about it.” Monroe was getting agitated by now and he said “I’m not going to do a damn thing about it.” So I knew the fight was on and I got out of the car. Monroe and I were both bigger that the biggest one of them. So one of them headed for a pick up and got something that looked like a Billy club and I thought we were probably Dead Meat. I acted like I reached under the front seat and picked something up and held it behind my back. Then the smaller guy broke down and started whining and said “Oh, please Johnny, don’t do this, If we have one more fight they’ll put us back in prison.” Then one of the big guys said “Go on get out of here.” So Monroe and I jumped in the car and blew rocks and gravel all over them and their pick up on the way to the highway and we were gone. I felt so relieved that I chugged a whole beer. I then told Monroe to be more careful when goes into bars to by beer.

 

 

imageLet’s get the hell out of here Monroe. Next time I’m going in to get the beer.
 

 

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Thanks for reading Dead Meat,

Bill