Thommy: You wanna be afraid of someone? Be afraid of me. says: man Thommy: You wanna be afraid of someone? Be afraid of me. says: tell me a story Bill, Stoned be grand says: like a real story or story time Thommy: You wanna be afraid of someone? Be afraid of me. says: uh Thommy: You wanna be afraid of someone? Be afraid of me. says: either Bill, Stoned be grand says: ok well there once was a farmer names pat obrien Bill, Stoned be grand says: he owned a small farm out west, over the blue mountains Bill, Stoned be grand says: in ireland Bill, Stoned be grand says: new ireland Bill, Stoned be grand says: he however did not have one thing that many men his age did Bill, Stoned be grand says: a family Bill, Stoned be grand says: you see pat's mum fell pregant at a barn dance and died in childbirth Bill, Stoned be grand says: pat grew up wihtout parents, and it took his toll on his ability to be a human in society Bill, Stoned be grand says: he lived alone in a little cottage on a big farm in new ireland, over the mountains to the westr Bill, Stoned be grand says: tell me when you read so i dont go too far ahead of you Thommy: You wanna be afraid of someone? Be afraid of me. says: im done Thommy: You wanna be afraid of someone? Be afraid of me. says: just keep going Bill, Stoned be grand says: ok Bill, Stoned be grand says: pat lives every day in and out Bill, Stoned be grand says: lived Bill, Stoned be grand says: tending to his farm Bill, Stoned be grand says: he had a big vegetable garden, and a henhouse full of hens Bill, Stoned be grand says: he had many other animals but they didnt matter to him Bill, Stoned be grand says: he was a creul person, by normal standards, pat Bill, Stoned be grand says: however it was in ignorance Bill, Stoned be grand says: not evil Bill, Stoned be grand says: pat used to hoard all his vegetables and excess food. a lot of it went back to the animals, and a large portion was eaten or smoked by pat Thommy: You wanna be afraid of someone? Be afraid of me. says: lol Bill, Stoned be grand says: one day pat was sitting by himself Bill, Stoned be grand says: What is life for? Why am i alone? Bill, Stoned be grand says: he asked himself Bill, Stoned be grand says: and that was all Bill, Stoned be grand says: he did not try to answer his question Bill, Stoned be grand says: s Bill, Stoned be grand says: he was not that kind of person, pat obrien Bill, Stoned be grand says: he could answer questions to do with all kinds of thigns Bill, Stoned be grand says: but never Bill, Stoned be grand says: himself Bill, Stoned be grand says: the same day but the next week, pat needed to head into town to get a faucet for his newly installed water system in the henhouse Bill, Stoned be grand says: which allowed his chickens acess to drinkning and cleaning water Bill, Stoned be grand says: pat had a strange affinity with birds Bill, Stoned be grand says: though was very afraid of aeroplanes Bill, Stoned be grand says: so he packed his ute Bill, Stoned be grand says: and drove into town Bill, Stoned be grand says: lat time he had been in town, was a long time ago, for a faucet he needed for a bathroom tap Bill, Stoned be grand says: and his faucet collection Bill, Stoned be grand says: ok so hes in town to be continued... slowly...
I would have to be super stoned to read this, so I will wait till I toke up to try and read it. lol it seems freakin awesome though.
Pat o'brien had grewn up with only one woman in his life. His grandmother. She would tuck him into bed when he was a boy every night, and cook dinner for he, his brother, and his father, along with all other meals. She used to sit pat on her knee and tell him stories, and with every story came a moral. She only used to be like this however, to pat. Pat was all she cared about. pats father and brother saw her as a completely differnet woman. she was an old delerious fart to them, who never tlaked any sense, but cooked good food. They would refer to her often as a crazy woman. Pats father had told him a lot about crazy people, among with other social outcasts of the day, blacks, gays, europeans, etc; and he had told pat to never trust these people. She used to tell him that one day he would meet a pretty young woman. She told him that when she finds this woman, he must treat her nicely and grow a family with her. Pat had never met anyone but his grandmother who was female. He had dismissed this as one of his grandmother's crazy tales long ago. 'there are no women for me' he used to say to himself, 'i sit alone in this farm, and shall tend to it until I die' now, pat's father's last words were, of course, for him to look after the farm. Now, pat was not imaginative, and simply took in the words that were told to him. As if he only had the left side of his brain. In lieu of all this, pat had it imprinted in his brain at this point in time, that not only were the idea of women being someone to love and to be with as crazy, but also that he must do nothing but tend to his farm. this is why pat had never left the farm why he had never developed, as a person. for humans need to learn through other people. It is how we as humans have evolved, to depend largely on external teaching influence to learn, unlike most animals that know most things by instinct. And just as pat turned out of his exit and onto the highway, you betcha, there was a woman, by the side of the road. Pat only saw her for a moment, but did not know what to do, and kept driving. But the image was all he could think about. that womans face. He thought it was his grandmother. after all, she was the only woman he had ever seen, and, of course, thewoman by the side of the road had blonde hair which is pale like his grandmother's white hair. He slowed down and began to reverse along the outer edge of the road. The woman turned around. She looked at the ute back up. she was scared at first. but she knew shed be able to charm her way around any sort of problem. man, she was hot. the ute had backed up all the way and the woman could look into the window. the man looked at her wihtout blinking. 'hello, my name is Molly' she said to him. a dissapointed glance fell on the man's face. molly swallowed and forced a smile. But then the man stopped staring. he got excited. 'are you a lady?' he asked 'exdcuse me?' 'are you a woman or a man?' he asked as he got out of his car 'im a woman asshole' molly stepped back but the man had come out already. 'How may i help you?' a flush of relief swept over molly. 'can you fix my car?' sure enough, pat could. and he could do it very quickly because she drove the sedan version of his ute, and the schematics were almsot identical. needless to say, molly was impressed. shed never seen a man fix a car that quickly with that little fuss. then, without asking, pat reached into his ute and pulled out an air pump. he proceeded to fill molly's tyres. Molly adjusted her top
