Post by Buckson Gooch on Nov 1, 2012 18:33:10 GMT -4
Even in early November, the stale, dew makes the morning warmer than desirable. The sound of a crying goat can be heard and the shadow of a man holding said Goat is enormous. We see the shadow of a hammer and a large, muscular arm go up and come crashing down and a stream of blood falls to the dirty ground in front of the camera. Buckson Gooch picks up the goat and wraps it over his shoulders, he turns back to walk to the house, run down. Old white siding looked nice 20 years ago, but the dingy green at the bottom from mildew and grass clippings and the dirty grime of the rest makes the house undesirable at best.
Buckson Gooch: Hey Mama, I got the goat.
Gooch had taken to calling his wife Mama years ago. He's a proud father who isn't afraid of hard work. A lazy man is a poor example, so Buckson keeps his hands busy. Around their farm there is plenty of work to be done. An unattracive voice is heard yelling out to Buck that the telephone rang and it's for him.
Buck walks to the house and dumps the goat on a large table. The skinning will happen later. He uses his hand and tries to wash the blood off before he goes into his house. Little sprays of blood matte the dirty rug in front of the back door.
Buckson Gooch: I don't got all morning, Mama. Who's calling?
Mama Gooch: Mac Bane.
Buckson Gooch: Bane?
Gooch walks into his house, it's clean but it's delapidated. He sits at the kitchen table and answers the phone.
Buckson Gooch: Hey Mac.
He nods. His wife sits at the table and writes a not asking what's going on. Buckson writes back, "He wants to team up and me be a wrestler. He says the money is good and it could save the farm." She nods approvingly, with sadness in her eyes. This blessing is a last resort.
Buckson Gooch: I'll do it. When do we start?
Buckson nods more, as if Mac can see him.
Buckson Gooch: Sure, I'll go to the post office and get it.
Buckson hangs up the phone and unhooks his overalls, he grabs a dingy white shirt and puts it on and rehooks the overalls.
Buckson Gooch: Mama, this may be our ticket to saving our place. It's a last resort, but I have to take care of my family. Mac is really pulling through for us. He's been a good friend for years. He has an opportunity and is helping me like we're family. A man has to do what it takes and in this economy, this is work and good paying work at that. You've always been my queen, now I can try to treat you like one.
Buck wipes a tear from his wife's eye and walks out the back door. He gets to his '74 Dodge named "Fungus"...because it's an ugly truck...but it grows on ya'. He slams the door shut and gets her fired up and drives down the long dirty driveway.
You gotta take care of family.
Buckson Gooch: Hey Mama, I got the goat.
Gooch had taken to calling his wife Mama years ago. He's a proud father who isn't afraid of hard work. A lazy man is a poor example, so Buckson keeps his hands busy. Around their farm there is plenty of work to be done. An unattracive voice is heard yelling out to Buck that the telephone rang and it's for him.
Buck walks to the house and dumps the goat on a large table. The skinning will happen later. He uses his hand and tries to wash the blood off before he goes into his house. Little sprays of blood matte the dirty rug in front of the back door.
Buckson Gooch: I don't got all morning, Mama. Who's calling?
Mama Gooch: Mac Bane.
Buckson Gooch: Bane?
Gooch walks into his house, it's clean but it's delapidated. He sits at the kitchen table and answers the phone.
Buckson Gooch: Hey Mac.
He nods. His wife sits at the table and writes a not asking what's going on. Buckson writes back, "He wants to team up and me be a wrestler. He says the money is good and it could save the farm." She nods approvingly, with sadness in her eyes. This blessing is a last resort.
Buckson Gooch: I'll do it. When do we start?
Buckson nods more, as if Mac can see him.
Buckson Gooch: Sure, I'll go to the post office and get it.
Buckson hangs up the phone and unhooks his overalls, he grabs a dingy white shirt and puts it on and rehooks the overalls.
Buckson Gooch: Mama, this may be our ticket to saving our place. It's a last resort, but I have to take care of my family. Mac is really pulling through for us. He's been a good friend for years. He has an opportunity and is helping me like we're family. A man has to do what it takes and in this economy, this is work and good paying work at that. You've always been my queen, now I can try to treat you like one.
Buck wipes a tear from his wife's eye and walks out the back door. He gets to his '74 Dodge named "Fungus"...because it's an ugly truck...but it grows on ya'. He slams the door shut and gets her fired up and drives down the long dirty driveway.
You gotta take care of family.
