even thought I had seen a little tear creep out from the corner of her eye, but I could’ve been mistaken about that.
So there we were… Poor, white trash with barely a pot to piss in. I really didn’t think things could have looked any bleaker for us. Well, I shouldn’t say that. Things can always get worse and usually do (recall our family motto) so, of course , they did. Because two days later, my Step Daddy Cade had been out drinking his troubles away down at Dougherty’s— which was a local shithole where the unemployed and the clinically depressed could go and piddle the last of their life away on PBRs, Schlitz, and Wild Turkey—and of course, he did something stupid which got his dumb ass arrested.
Okay, so here’s how it went down, or at least, here’s how I could piece together it went down.
My Step Daddy Cade had been in the bar with one of his long-time buddies, Beau Adkinson, and they were doing what everyone does at a bar, bending elbows and knocking back a couple of pilsners. And, guess who comes walking through the door? None other than that walking tub of cholesterol Ray Boone.
Apparently, Ray takes a seat at the end of the bar and orders himself a shot and a beer. My step daddy’s friend Beau see him sitting there and says to my step daddy, “Hey, isn’t that the fat sumbitch who came on to your little girl?”
My step daddy then takes a look down at the end of the bar and sees Ray sitting there so he gets up and walks over to confront him.
Now it’s said, at this point my step daddy allegedly comes up behind Ray and well… He says that he had put two of his fingers into Ray’s back fat and said, “Hey, ain’t you Ray Boone the owner of the Boonies pizzeria?” To which Ray turned around to look at him and said, “Yeah, what’s it to ya, pal?”
Then, rumor has it, that my step daddy then lit up a cigarette, exhaling the smoke right in Ray’s face and said, “Cera Singers, my daughter, and I don’t take to kindly to whatcha did to her.” I’m told that he does this all while now poking Ray in his chest with the same two fingers. And from what I’d heard from the people who had been there to witness it was that it was some real John Wayne type of bravado, bless his heart.
Well, Ray then contentiously comes back at my step daddy saying, “ Yeah, well … I don’t appreciate what that little bitch did to my eye.” All while given my step daddy a fuck-you stare.
“You better watch who you’re callin’ a little bitch. And, ya better fuckin’ apologize for whatcha did to her!” My Step Daddy Cade then tells him, and now he’s really getting up in Ray’s face all while continuing to shove his two fingers even deeper into Ray’s chest, which I can imagine his fingers must have sunk pretty deeply into those fat tits of Ray’s.
At this point, the people who were there to witness the argument said that Ray bolted upright off his stool staring my step daddy right in his face (It couldn’t have been eye-to-eye because Ray is a solid eight inches shorter than my step daddy.) and said, “Why don’t you, and that little whore of yours GO FUCK YOURSELVES!!!”
It was at that moment that the bartender, Heather Newsom, started shouting at the two of them to knock-it-off or take-it-outside, or else she was going to call the cops.
My step daddy had told me and my mama that at that moment he had contemplated what it was he was going to do next, but I don’t believe him. I know my step daddy’s temper when it comes to me and my mama, and what Ray Boone had said to him I’m sure had crossed a line. In fact, he probably had his mind made up about just what it was he was going to do the second he’d seen Ray’s fat ass sitting at the end of the bar. So, ultimately, my step daddy ended up slugging him, knocking Ray across the bar counter before tumbling to the ground over his