(xx) Hank Cuts His Debt to Vic

Well, sir, it's a few minutes past twelve o'clock noon as we approach the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here on the back porch we find Sade and Young Russell. Our friends are seated side by side on the top step at one enjoying bright summer sunshine and soft summer breezes.

Young Russell speaking at the moment and we hear him saying, I can carry on a conversation on any subject Bluetooth Johnson says and everybody who didn't holler with Berlin contempt. Glutious Johnson certainly does love to brag and blow.

Huh? Beefpunkle's not done yet, huh? Beef have a 10 or 15 minutes yet. Dinner's invariably late when we have beefpunkles. Hmm. Oh well, the longer we wait, the hungier we'll get. Appetite is the best on the table, like the lame brain says in my English textbook.

Wonder what's keeping go. Hmm. If my beefpunkle was done and on the table, it'd be getting cold. Everything on Earth compensated for everything else on Earth. I'll say, boy. A man who has poor eyesight, he's better than most people.

A man who's ears ain't quite up to snuff sees better. A man with one long leg has one short leg. How you mean? He's got one leg longer than the other, so in order to compensate for that condition he's got a short leg.

Oh go on. Getting back to Bluetooth Johnson and how he loves the Bragg and Go, you claimed he received a letter last week from a very distinguished lady in New York City. How you see letters?

I receive letters. What? You're talking about receiving letters, reminded me we received letters, right? Here in my open pocket. Here we are, post a card for you, post a card for me, and a letter for God.