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Lunch was chicken breasts, fries and Coors from the store's deli. Brad souveniered some ketchup and A-1 Steak Sauce which he promptly spilled over the back seat of the rental.
Pacheco found an ad for a pitbull free to a good home. Him and Alex got excited at the thought of a free fighting dog and went to call the people and let them know they had a good home for their pit bull. The phone ended up being busy, so the doggy got a reprieve. Alex gave up on trying to find someone to cockfight, so he took us to another house where he was storing fighting cocks.
We pulled up to a house and walked around back to a campershell where Alex's friend Guy lived. Alex said the dyke that lived in the house was the 2nd toughest person in town -- the first toughest being her sister. He told us not to attract any attention or she'd come over and kick all of our asses. She likes to hang out in bars and kick the shit out of rednecks.
Guy was drinking a quart bottle of Miller. 10:30 in the morning, of course he was drinking. Hell, Bill and Brad were already drunk. There we met LuLu, a pit bull that had retired with 6 wins.
My first encounter ever with a fighting dog. She had scars on her head from fights, but seemed a nice enough dog. Naomi, LuLu's owner, had 667 tattooed on her leg with India ink and probably with a guitar string. I didn't need to ask what it meant, I've heard the neighbor of the beast line before.
We grabbed a couple of cocks and Brad let one escape. Alex sicked LuLu on it, and she cornered it under a car. Alex tried to grab the cock, but LuLu spotted the cock Alex was already holding and clamped onto Alex's arm. He swung around a few times with the pit bull hanging on his arm, and Lulu dropped off. He started kicking her, but Guy came out and said what did you expect, she's just going after the cock. LuLu walked around looking like a bad ass with a mouth full of feathers.
We finally got the cocks in the trunk of the rental car, but Guy wanted us to give him a ride to pick up some more pot for Naomi. She told him not to pinch any of her weed which was the first thing he did as he walked out of the dealer's house.