02-11-2008, 03:27 AM
How ya'll doing. I'm Reb, and this here is my brother Zeb. We're Junkers.
Here's a little family portrait.
As you can see, Zeb was blessed with the looks, whilst I got the brains.
Zeb's always been the knock-about rebel type, what with his disarming good looks and all. So soon as he turned 18 he took off seeking his fortune. But the universe is a hard place, and he never did find the pot of gold at the end of his rainbow. In the end he got in with those no-good drifters and scavengers, the Junkers. But he seemed happy enough with his lot.
As for me, I was the "good" son. I stayed at home and helped out with the family hog business. After pappy passed on, I was all set to take over. And I don't mind saying I did mighty well. We expanded, and I was doing deals as far away as Kusari. Money was rolling in and things were looking real fine back at the Snotgrass homestead.
Well, I never been lucky in love, as you probably surmised. But even a feller uglier than the rear-end of a 600lb porker looks handsome with a large bank account. Unfortunately that tends to attract the wrong kind of gal. Long story short, after a string of unfortunate choices in the marriage department I was left sipping cheap whiskey out of a plastic cup.
After my 3rd wife left me, I figured that's it. No more women for ol' Reb here. No sir. Of course by then it was too late. I had a ton of alimony back payments and the local sheriff breaking down my door.
So I took like ol' Zeb there -- I scrounged up enough money to buy an old CSV, and headed out somewhere the debt collectors and my ex-wives would never find me. Into the Jersey junk fields.
Those Junkers were real nice bunch of boys. They took me in when no one else would, and gave me a job. They even gave me a nickname, "Trashman". I scrape the scum off of the scrap metal and put it into barrels.
It ain't so bad. Things are starting to look up for yours truly. I think I found a buyer, some ALG feller willing to pay money for that muck.
Like my ol' grandpappy used to say, "Man came from waste oil, and thence he will return!"
Here's a little family portrait.
As you can see, Zeb was blessed with the looks, whilst I got the brains.
Zeb's always been the knock-about rebel type, what with his disarming good looks and all. So soon as he turned 18 he took off seeking his fortune. But the universe is a hard place, and he never did find the pot of gold at the end of his rainbow. In the end he got in with those no-good drifters and scavengers, the Junkers. But he seemed happy enough with his lot.
As for me, I was the "good" son. I stayed at home and helped out with the family hog business. After pappy passed on, I was all set to take over. And I don't mind saying I did mighty well. We expanded, and I was doing deals as far away as Kusari. Money was rolling in and things were looking real fine back at the Snotgrass homestead.
Well, I never been lucky in love, as you probably surmised. But even a feller uglier than the rear-end of a 600lb porker looks handsome with a large bank account. Unfortunately that tends to attract the wrong kind of gal. Long story short, after a string of unfortunate choices in the marriage department I was left sipping cheap whiskey out of a plastic cup.
After my 3rd wife left me, I figured that's it. No more women for ol' Reb here. No sir. Of course by then it was too late. I had a ton of alimony back payments and the local sheriff breaking down my door.
So I took like ol' Zeb there -- I scrounged up enough money to buy an old CSV, and headed out somewhere the debt collectors and my ex-wives would never find me. Into the Jersey junk fields.
Those Junkers were real nice bunch of boys. They took me in when no one else would, and gave me a job. They even gave me a nickname, "Trashman". I scrape the scum off of the scrap metal and put it into barrels.
It ain't so bad. Things are starting to look up for yours truly. I think I found a buyer, some ALG feller willing to pay money for that muck.
Like my ol' grandpappy used to say, "Man came from waste oil, and thence he will return!"