we're all kicking back...at the lake.. by god...drinking a few.. and little Greg, JC Lightnin's boy... starts wading into the putrid lake... then.. WTF.. a giant Gar fish rises out of the muck and swallows him whole..
we kick back again and think.. by god.. that was rather unusual..l
ater we fuck. and laugh. We build the biggest fucking bonfire ever in honor of the boy's memory.
I remember him punching my old lady in the snatch.
Greg's mother tries to drink an entire ocean.
We sleep, we dream sad dreams. We dream dreams that fuck the sun.
In the morning Greg's mother is fucking JC up in the willow tree.
Little Greg, you'll be missed.
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