Monday, March 29, 2010

Now spit

posted Sun, 27 Aug 2006

My uncle Hank (my dad’s other brother) was talking about the spit story. “It makes my mouth dry just to think about it,” he said as he shook his head. “You know why us kids liked to spit, don’t you? All those guys done it back then. My dad didn’t do it but my grampa done it. You know a while back when you seen a white circle on a guy’s jeans pocket? That’s from snuff. Well, those guys would keep a wad of snuff in their cheek all day long. They'd go down to the barn at the end of the day and spit a stream of it out. They could hit the cat right between the eyes. We thought that was cool as hell.”

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