Harvey flicked his tail, indicating his displeasure

Harvey flicked his tail, indicating his displeasure with Maude. Her soul shriveled into little pieces of burnt popcorn. She had served his usual filet mignon, cut into bite-sized

cutlets, but he'd started taking the gourmet for granted. Maude remembered now that she'd never really wanted a pet. He'd become one, but she'd bought Harvey for dinner one night

when loneliness had clung to her while she walked home from the salon. She hated being alone so much that made friends with the biggest losers. That way they would always be

just losers in her eyes, there to be replaced when some better people came along. How much of a snoot could she be ?

She went for whoever she could get trying to gain as much knowledge about the life of a whore. It didn't matter if they were young, old, fat, skinny, or even if they are mentally

pre-cancerous Tammy Bakker clones, as long as they were authentic. That was the key - an authentic connection to the street. This would give her

pair of baggy denim overalls and a flannel shirt. She shoved her swollen feet into a pair of rubber galoshes and ran out the door, stopping only to

grab her Kenny Chesney CD and a couple High Life tall boys. She was in such a rush she forgot the homemade deer jerky she said she'd bring to the hootenanny. Dag! Halfway there

she realized that the good ole boys were a bunch of sophmoric children dragging along homosexual crisis baggage by the planeload. Just kidding! It was a real hoot!