| Gramp's farm checking on the cocks. | |
He took us out to see Philo Beddo. We saw Pacheco, his friend, walking and did an e-brake slide in front of him. He didn't see Alex in the car and thought we were random guys coming to kick his ass. They pointed out some other guy who's ass they were gonna kick. On the way, we stopped by the local liquor store where his mom had bought the Christmas cockfighting cap. They were out so we bought Cisco (the fortified wine of choice after Mad Dog 20/20), Coors (the official beer of cockfighting), and Home Run Pies.
Alex and Pacheco smoked pot and pointed out local attractions like the several schools they'd been expelled from and people who's asses they were gonna kick. Usually for stuff like, "well he's Mexican." I'm the kinda guy who's ass they'd kick if they saw me walking down the street, but I was okay while I was driving.
Alex's mom Rhonda was out at Gramps's farm. Gramps is 79 and Rhonda takes care of him. Gramps had four AMC Pacers rotting in his yard. The same number of cars I have in my parent's yard. Really, she's waiting for him to die so she can get his 1923 Studebaker. It's worth thousands. Maybe even three or four thousand. You combine that with those Pacers and you're talking real money. Gramps doesn't have a driver's license anymore so he drives his farming tractor into town. A 15 minute car ride is a 3 hour tractor ride. Care doesn't mean drive, she's got things to do.
Alex's mom was tweaking on speed and talking non-stop about how she had just worked all day, slept for four hours and then was called back to work. Her teeth were grinding when she wasn't talking.
We met Emma, Alex's 9-year-old sister; and Rod, the guy who was teaching Alex the ropes of cockfighting. Philo was tied up in a yard with a bunch of other fighting cocks. The lines were long enough for the cocks to get almost in fighting range, but short enough so they couldn't attack.
I was taking leak on the side of the barn when a cow stuck his face out of a low hole to see what was going on and I pissed on it's nose. I didn't even know cows were into watersports. Rod was up for a cock fight, but we had to find someone to fight. Alex said, "Let's go over to the Mexicans, they'll fight us." We split because we needed more film and Coors anyway.
