he's known as a bad person locally. he calls people fucking cunts and tells his kids they belong in a garbage can. he refers to his wife's breasts as teats. he cheats. beats off at the beach. he borrows money from his brother and gambles it away on the ponies. taunts the retarded boy who works down at shoney's. flips people off when he's driving his car. he won't fix the gate. drinks too much, shows up late. wears dirty shirts and laughs when it hurts. he stole a pair of bowling shoes and still wears them back to the alley. doesn't feed his dog and never scratches her belly.
but this thing they say that he did, he didn't do. i was there from eleven until a quarter to two and he was there (with you know who). i saw what happened and i won't say who it was but it wasn't him. sure, he's lied in the past. a million times, probably. more. and believe me it shocks me to the core but i know what's not and what is true and between me and you, his words are bona fide authentic. not pretty but legitimate. every other day of his life has been lived without veracity, but i'm telling you this as a definite statement of fact. this one time, without a doubt, when he opened his mouth the truth flowed out. don't ask me why or how, wrong so many times before, he's right now.