CONWAY TWITTY & I shared the same attorney.
With no will. With a new wife...and a few "Twitty
Kids" running around. Estate hell. My little marital failure was dwarfed
in size and attention...small potatoes in the break room at the law
firm...(note to self: when your lawyer wont make eye contact when you're on the
witness stand...you are profoundly & utterly screwed)...DAMN YOU CONWAY!
Damn you back to Arkansas !
THIRTY DAYS! BAILIFF LOCK HIM UP! Downstairs to the holding
cell. The bailiff was a skinny cat with big bug glasses and an ill fitting
suit...he had just locked me in and to lie down…to crash on the luxurious chrome
bench when he called out…"Rust! Rust!”
“…the judge fucked up! She got so mad, she
forgot to give you ability to purge! “(Funny thing was, that's exactly what I
did in my pants when those handcuffs went on)
. . . continued
. . . continued
from the new Vernon Rust book FAKE NEWS! on Amazon http://a.co/ctBGQiF
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