bacon pete
bacon pete sits up on the old rock on top of big stink hill and argues with the sky. -what the fuck? bacon pete asks the emptiness -what exactly what fuckin exactly was i supposed to say? huh? in that situation? in that particular fuckin situation? the sky just stares back at pete. not a real big talker, the sky. -there I am. bacon pete goes on -there I am and that shit comes down comes down like wham. what exactly did they expect me to do? that's what I'd like to know. bacon pete gets up off the rock and walks around a bit. stops. sits back down. looks back up at the sky. -am I wrong? he asks the passing cloud -is that what it is? is there something wrong with me? with the way I'm lookin at this? pete looks down at the houses below. quiet now. not much moving around cept for some skinny old dogs searching through the garbage dump. -i could be a whole lotta things. bacon pete says to the quiet -i coulda ended up a whole lotta bad ways. been a drunk or a junk...