RSSMy brother gave me a really nice little hand-made sheath knife a couple of years ago, from up in Montana. I really don’t have much reason to wear it around here, in spite of my perduring fantasies about myself. They don’t actually lead to me using the knife for much. Sometimes I just wear it.
When I was working for two guys downtown, they hired Mike, a guy I had known for a while. At our first project meeting, someone made a joke to Mike about something, and Mike said something about was he going to get a dressing down? Someone remarked that he would more likely be getting a dressing up. Mike asked if this meant were we going to make him wear the Bo-Peep costume. He had no idea, at that time, the magnitude of what he could potentially be to blame for.
Since then, the matter has progressed and I actually got married wearing the Bo-Peep costume. We had a tail-gate reception outside of the retired judge’s house. I got really tired of wearing that costume.
Anyway, somebody was teasing me about wearing my little knife. It was probably at a project meeting. I said I had to carry it in case I had to dress any squirrels. They were probably teasing me about my cowboy boots too, but all I can say is they probably haven’t been out punchin’ any dogies either. Maybe if the knife were bigger they wouldn’t tease me about it. When I was knocking on my son’s apartment door the other day, his neighbor did ask me about the axe I had. I wasn’t ready for that. The shit that goes on over there is weird enough without the axe. I wasn’t wearing the cowboy boots, though.
It’s pretty hard for me to sustain my self-image without any dogies around here to punch. But I don’t think the squirrels around here are likely to take to being dressed up any more than Mike was, so I might have to hold a knife to their furry little throats. Fuckers.
