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Once, when I had been drunk for several days, Shirley decided she would make it physically impossible for me to buy liquor. I lived about eight miles from Beaumont and the nearest liquor store. She knew I wouldn't walk that far to get booze, so she hid the keys to every car we owned and left. But she forgot about the lawn mower. I can vaguely remember my anger at not being able to find keys to anything that moved and looking longingly out a window at a light that shone over our property. There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat. A key glistening in the ignition.

I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour. It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.

Quote @ledi:
Ik had een handgrasmaaier verwacht waar hij moeizaam zijn evenwicht op kon bewaren; dit is gewoon een zitmaaier en daarmee kun je desgewenst naar het eind van de wereld.

Quote @Kolleke:
Da's tenminste een jongen die geld overhoudt (geen huur van limousine) om eens lekker te gaan zuipen!