Did I know Tr ig?
Hell yes! I knew Tr ig back when he was just a young pup of 50 or so. He worked in wood. Done fine work too! You ought’ta see some of those decks he built; weren’t nothing around that could compete back in them days!
Why, that ol’ Tr ig he once had a customer that so loved his work that he put up a rekky-men-dation on one’a them interwebby sites praisin’ him to the sky! Yup, yup, he done real fine work alrighty; real fine.
Well no. I don’t ‘xackly know what he looks like. I didn’t ackshully know him in person, y’unnerstan’. He used ta come on over t’Open Saloon purty often and write a bunch’a stuff. T’warn’t bad stuff, neither! That boy could handle a keyboard jest about as good as a hammer. O’course when he got likkered up some he’d kinda fergit which one he was using, y’know? He’d write up a durn pretty thing an’ put rails on it like it were a deck or sum’pin’. Or steps. He could build ya some tee-riff-ik steps, could ol’ Tr ig.
Or he’d build ya a super-duper deck an’ right there in the middle of the durn thang there’d be a story jus waitin’ t’be read. He kinda got mixed up some when he’d had a few.
Had a funny thing fer cats. Allus chasin’ Tinkercats. I never figured out if’n he wanted to do sumthin’ nasty wiff dem or was jus hungry. But then, he shouldn’t’a bin hungry cause he allus had a bunch’a gerbils for snackin’ on. Tinkycat always kept a jar o’ KY around jus’ in case, y’know what ah mean? (*wink, wink*).
Where is he at now? Why I don’t rightly know. Some feller came by here a while back an’ said that Tr ig had had an accident. Seems he fell off’n a roof he was workin’ on. Got right busted up he did; or, well…. bent outta shape anyway. Left us a photo…..
You kin see that he jus ain't the same ol' Tr ig.....