Thursday, March 15, 2007
OK. Time for the conversation I overheard in Austin this weekend. I'm standing in the backyard of the house where I'm staying. I am out there watching The Black Dog run around making friends with Roman, the huge red cutie pie that lives in said backyard. The Black Dog and Roman are Power Peeing which means that The Black Dog will approach a spot. He will smell it. He will wag his tail. He will turn sideways to the spot, lift his leg, and pee on the spot. Then he will happily trot off. Then Roman will go to the spot where The Black Dog just had a pee. Roman will smell the spot. His tail will wag. He will turn sideways, lift his leg, and pee on the same spot. Then he will happily trot off after The Black Dog. This can go on for hours. Where do they GET all that pee??
Anyway, I am standing there and I hear this voice coming over the fence from the neighboring back yard. It is a male voice, an old smoker's voice, a very agitated voice. I am hearing one side of the conversation. It is a LOUD, distressed, and aggressive side.
"Don't tell me you didn't do it!"
"I was there you son of a bitch! Don't tell me you didn't!!"
"What??"
"Don't give me that crap!"
"I WAS THERE!!!"
"I KNOW YOU KILLED HER!"
At this point I'm thinking "Holy shit!" and moving closer to the fence so I won't miss anything.
"Yes you DID. I SAW it!"
"Don't give me that composite drawing bullshit!"
"You bastard!"
"Yeah, well that's easy to say since you're DEAD."
At this point I realize the guy isn't talking on the phone with a murderer. At this point I have an urge to go see how many empty bottles of Mad Dog are in his garbage can. Austin is a one of a kind kind of place.
Anyway, I am standing there and I hear this voice coming over the fence from the neighboring back yard. It is a male voice, an old smoker's voice, a very agitated voice. I am hearing one side of the conversation. It is a LOUD, distressed, and aggressive side.
"Don't tell me you didn't do it!"
"I was there you son of a bitch! Don't tell me you didn't!!"
"What??"
"Don't give me that crap!"
"I WAS THERE!!!"
"I KNOW YOU KILLED HER!"
At this point I'm thinking "Holy shit!" and moving closer to the fence so I won't miss anything.
"Yes you DID. I SAW it!"
"Don't give me that composite drawing bullshit!"
"You bastard!"
"Yeah, well that's easy to say since you're DEAD."
At this point I realize the guy isn't talking on the phone with a murderer. At this point I have an urge to go see how many empty bottles of Mad Dog are in his garbage can. Austin is a one of a kind kind of place.
# posted by Carol : 12:42 PM
