Okay...

Let's see who wants to get stupid because I do this....

"This" is posting pictures of Dwight Yoakam where he looks like Wally's twin. Yeah, the one I keep getting "found" because of lately.

I do have a coupla pictures of Wally himself that I took when I worked for him, but since I have yet to send my pics to Paul to have available to post, we'll just hafta use Dwight.
That's okay, though. They could be twins.

In fact, this first one is the exact picture of Dwight I took and showed Wally to get him to understand why it was I was having a hard time looking at him and speaking English at the same time....

I wish this one was bigger, because it's so close to Wally, facially and otherwise.

For a better view of the face, let's try this one...

See that face? The look in his eye? Whew. That's Wally.

Next, we have this one.

Little more full-on-face, still identical.

Next...

World, meet Wally. Man. I'd nearly forgotten. Thanks for reminding me, "Anonymous" Visitor(s).

Next up, we have this...
In fact, this next one is the one I showed Wal when I bought "Long Way Home". It was buried inside, folded up in the shit around the tape. I had this picture hung up in my pickup.

*sigh* Such a small picture for such loooong legs.

Next!

And, finally (for now, anyway)...

Yeah... I got that look, or one very similar to it, quite often. That's what Wal looked like when he was trying to figure out exactly what in thee hell I was going on about. Very neutral. Then, nine times outta ten, I'd wind up making him giggle.

I used to love that. Seeing that face light up with his mega-watt grin was cool, but making the man laugh right out... now, that was great.
Gawd, he needed it, too.

I felt like every time I made him laugh, every night he was able to sleep through peacefully from one end to the other because he knew I was there taking care of shit for him, helped to heal his soul a little. Made it just a little easier to find the strength to do it again tomorrow. I went outta my way to try to do that for him. I didn't wanna see him ever have to give up.
Still don't.
It'd kill him.

Hell, I can't listen to my favorite Beatles CD without him in my head. Same for the music they play on 98.1 WOGL these days. (Yeah, "whomever" ya are, do Wally a favor and tell him to start listening to WOGL for the soul, Motown and 70's stuff he likes so much. Really. Tell him.)

Okay, now... do I go on with this train of thought, or go get a shower and wash my hair, then (maybe) go to sleep for a while and get ready to drive hayrides later this morning? Hmmmm...
Both. Just not by writing too much more right now.

Yeah, that's the way to go. Besides, my first instinct is still "protection" when it comes to Wally, so... maybe it's best I think this through a bit.

I mean, hell, he'll get bitched at enough just because I'm still alive and still thinking about him and all (beginning the instant this gets back to him and it will, believe me, it will), let alone I give anybody any ammo to hurt him with. Fuckin' A, I used to hate that shit. Every single one of those jealous loser-assholes on that farm used to beat him over the head, using me as the hammer, and I still believe there's a special place in hell for every one of 'em.

Not a lot has changed since I worked for him. I still feel alot of the same ways I used to. I'd still just about kill myself for the guy, but most of that would be motivated by the fact that he's got his heart, balls and self-respect on the line as far as that farm goes and for whatever reason, it's just something I don't want to see him lose.

Yeah, not a lot has changed. Yet, in other ways, not enough has changed....

But, some things have. A few very important lil things. The things that have changed are the things that make alllll the difference in the world, too. For me, anyway.

I could do it again, now. And, this time, I could do it without getting so lost.

Yeah, working for Wal was one of the best things that's ever happened to my life.

Finding Eric on Wally's farm and being loved by Eric is the #1 best thing that's ever happened to me.

In fact, it's because of that love that I know I could handle working for Wal again... and much better this time, too.

I'm ready when you are, Boss.
Jeezus...
gotta go.

Peace, y'all.

Posted by: Stevie at 01:16 AM

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