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Another time he ran out of whisky and I had to drive 11 miles and then it was the wrong whisky and I had to go back. Im takin a chance because Im still 20 and you have to be 21 to buy it. But granfather complains ive ABANDONED him. Hes a goddam liar is what it is.
I wish my family coud understand that when he thretens me and yells to do something for him I have to obey. And then when Im gone he gets himself in trouble. No one understands. They want me to stand up to him and NOT do these things. But I just have problems standing up to him. My dad says DONT obey granfather--just do what your supossed to do. But I CANT. not WHEN GRANFATHERS YELLIN AT ME AN THREATENING ME.
Granfather planned his whole escape behgind my back. Sneaky, craftey, wiley, shiftey surrepticiously conniving decietful gristley old basterd.
Theres a town 50 milles away which isnt really a town where granfather made his first stop at a convenneince store to buy some smokes and to use the restroom. Its ben quite a while since he ate the giant Reagan cheese. No, now that hes returned he STILL hasnt gone to the bathroom yet but hes ben having what the doctor refers to as a sort of an intestinol False Labor.
The store owner goes over and bangs on the door with an ax handel and says WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON. The door swings open an granfathers sort of squating there half buttnaiked with the wheelchair over to one side, and one end of his cane hooked onto the sink with the other end gripped in both hands so he doesnt fall in the bowl and the diaper is down to his knees.
I dont know who hit who first but they get in a big fight which descends into sort of a peverse fencing match with an ax handel and a retractable metal cane an granfather gets thrown out of the store and also the restroom mirror got broke and plus the soap resevoir thing fell and there was a pool of liqiuid handsoap all over the floor.
Granfather got the best of the fight as he was still wearing the large animol-style cardboard collar to keep him from bitting his wounds. So his ugly face was protected by blows. But at the same time this coller prevented the poor store owner from getting bit so it was a blessing in desguise.
CONTINUED: lets go to the videotape