**Currently licking knife...**
Patience was something I learned early in my happy, colorful Hillbilly life
I was the youngest of 6 with a 9 year gap between me and my closest subling
Since my 4 older brothers were always busy smoking Doobies and being UT fans.....I wound up spending a lot of imaginative time with my mildly mentally retarded sister
(DONT STARE! She as born NORMAL but spinal meningitis boiled her brain a LONNNG time ago.....so she was...........SIMPLE)
Anywho -- after I finished 4th grade and Ellen Meyers Elementary School was in my academic rear view window....I had to put some thought into what Would Be Done that summer
So I decided to make up a fake pop star and convince my sister that not ONLY was he real.....but she'd always liked him ....ANNNNNND he was coming to Tazwell to play a benefit concert for the drunken crash-derby drivers down there,.......of which my uncle was an infamous member
So that's how ESTABAN "ELICKMAN" was born
After 3 weeks of casual social references over an episode of The Rockford Files or The Brady Bunch ... I ramped it up with the Sly and Knowing looks that indicated I KNEW she had a crush on ESTABAN ELICKMAN
I kept adding details and made sure she remembered that he looked like the poster of Eric Estrada that was on her door -- and THEN I came in one day from trying to set a gasoline can on fire and dropped the DAMN BOMB on her that ESTABAN and his ENTIRE 12 piece Blues-Rumba band was coming to our County Seat .....
......this is where I'd run out of room on the limb of course and had to break it to her the next day that he'd actually DIED en route after his tour bus driver ran off the Pinnacle Road.....
Well
....that shit was FUNNNNNN-EEEEE to ME
eventually it was to HER too
So SMILE
