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Show Acting Alone pa g e 29 Within about two miles Sam had already heard more than enough scary things from Shannon about Sgt. Spikey: his muscles; his plans on being a creer man in the Marines; his bloody hatred of the media, etc. So, rather than hear more and get all trembly before meeting him (you've got to be smooth when you approach a hero or celebrity or saint with your ghostwriting proposal) , Sam asked Shannon to talk about something less scary than the Marine. There had to be somebody more relaxing to talk about. Say, Bouncy, for example. Now, Shannon just happened to be a leading expert on Bouncy. Bouncy was given to indulging in sessions of total personal indiscretion when any female would sit with him and listen. He wasn't a sloppy sentimental oral-type drunk - in fact, he was a downright health nut and never allowed anything stronger than Maalox to pass his lips. No, he was just a sap. So Shannon knew things about him. Of course Bouncy's mommy used to pound the living shit out of him all the time when he was just a little boy. All these murderous violent guys were abused by Mom, hung down in wells, buried alive in the backyard with only a drinking straw to breathe and piss through, and so on. Of course Bouncy had several tours in Nam to his "credit," complete with civilian decapitations and silver stars with fig leaf clusters or almond clusters or something like that, and doses of rare exotic blueballs |
