Friday, December 15, 2006


Eddie walked into Clancy’s, looking for an empty seat. There - next to that platinum blonde with the Cosmo! Maybe she wasn’t a Working Girl. Riiight.

“Ah wouldn’t sit down theah effen Ah wuz yew.”

The warning came from the end of the bar. Strange little guy, clad in buckskins, sporting a coonskin cap, reeking of pine.

“I’ll sit wherever the fuck I want, Mark Trail.”

With that, Eddie slid onto the barstool. It shattered into flinders, dumping him unceremoniously to the floor.

“H-h-how’d you know?”

“Name’s Dan’l Boone, and Ah know more about B’ar Stools than jest about anybody.”

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