"Pool Hall in the Swamp", 11/24/91
On our journey, after finding our way out of Houston having become lost
only an hour after starting, to the only 25 cent pool table left in
Texas, buried deep in the Big Thicket down a gravel road and many
obscure turns, we were conducting John's favorite sociological
experiment of testing how many Texans would wave back, only to have
very positive results for the Liberty vicinity interrupted by one
couple who decided to stop and introduce themselves to us as we were
standing by the roadside busily engaged not only in relieving ourselves
and having John demonstrate his lack of underpants and Cormac his
vibrant boxers but also merrily blowing up anthills with several
hundred firecrackers which hopefully did not cause the numerous large
grass fires filling the horizon with smoke and flame that unfortunately
obscured our search for liquor stores to replinish Valerie's vodka
supply, the lack of which did not prevent Cormac from becoming
sufficiently drunk to tell us that "I don't shop on South Main ... They
use sheep in Ireland" eliciting Ervan's entirely sober reply that he
had "had enough sheep for the evening", a sentiment echoed by a shortly
thereafter passed billboard which said "Not enough sleep? Don't count
sheep". [Ervan]
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