Updated....Bad days for Billy Bob....before the good

And this is the way it was.......

I was borned legitimate. Although I heared through the grapevine, my mom called me a little bastard numerous times while she was giv'n birth. Little did she know what kind of life I would have.

Shortly after I come into this world, mom an' dad got in a big ol' "mouth" fight. Went to court an' all kind of stuff. Mom was a "loose' 18 year old girl an' in her looseness, lost custody of her first begotten son.....or something along them lines. Dad was a drunkard, so he passed me off to a foster care lady "Moms", when he entered WW II in 1942. I never seen mom for the next 14 years.  Oh wait, yes I did. One time she sneeked out to the farm when I was 6 year old an' spend a couple hours with me. Onest again she picked me up at Granpa's (pawned off once again by my loving dad) to go a city park for an afternoon. I was 10 years old. I didn't know her.

I don't remember much after my birth up to when I was 5 year old. I'm think'n that's pretty normal. I learned, through the grapevine, that I was a spoiled little brat at a very early age. Pitch fits, scream my lungs out, bang my head on the hardwood floors....stuff like that. I'm think'n I needed some attention. Probly needed a good ass whoop'n too. It might be noted that in the 40's, there was no such thing as "political correctness", parental child abuse, stuff like that. A good ass whoop'n was the norm.

The farm was located only a short distance from where my dad hung out in the bars, but in seven years he only visited me 2 times....for a couple hours as I remember. I didn't know him neither. I only knowed Moms an' Mr. Obreisa (just guess'n on the spell'n). The only memories I have of this man is when he tie the older boys to a post in the backyard an' beat hell out 'em with a leather strap.

The only memory I have before the age of 5 years old was "the hand". I posted bout that one time. I just got to go back an' find it for ya. I types "the hand" in the little search thingy at the top an' I'm now read'n some the funniest stuff I could ever read. If'n ya a couple free hours, you should do the same.

Ok, that's it for the day. I'm read'n ya know....old blogs. An' I still got to do some work on that "billy jeep".

Update:
Well I went out there to work on the "billy jeep". The freak'n battery was slap dead. Nephew Frank left the key on. Charged it up an' pulls up on a pair of rickity old ramps....pray'n to God they don't come crash'n down while I'm under there. Took some shit apart, an' guess what, the tow bar bracket ain't gonna fit.....no way come high water, unless I completely rebuild it. An I ain't gonna do that. "Bite the bullet Billy Bob, buy ya a brand spank'n new one".

I gets back on the internet, Amazon to be exact. They have the bracket on sale ($309 with free ship'n). But....the bracket photo they have posted is NOT a photo of the bracket I need, although the part number is correct. I'm think'n they just post any ol' tow bar bracket photo they want an' let the customer sort it out. But anyhows, I contacted them by chat to ask if the photo could be wrong. I was chat'n with some dude in India. Not Indiana....India. That guy don't 'no nuttin'. So I sent a email. No answer as yet.