April 23, 2006
I've known these boys only for about a year. They are all a bit older than me, four or five years, and it shows: pudgy, contented, solvent, families begun or just starting, marriage rings worn into the fingers groove. They are good guys, easy going, fun-loving, and they love to hang out and joke around. Scott gets called Scoot-scooter. Scoot, like the hicks they grew up with would have said. Throaty, slack-jawed, irreverent, and dumb; they all grew up in the country with stoned, uneducated, inbred truck crashers. In the land of the Merry Pranksters, their peers didn't tip cows.