he threatened him of course   with a split of firewood  of coarse

                                                                          hes either a recovering arsonist

or has other irons in the fire

If I were you Id drop the wood  upped the iffy situation sarcastically said Looks like white oak he knew barbecuing too

I’ll drop you, motherfucker.

                            going zero to sixty in a heartbeat  a kind of landspeed record in his experience

Youll   drop me

Damnright. 

            Move it along or I’ll brain ya.

   Or youll  try

                 Miss  Ill use it on you   he stood awkwardlywasnt in a throwing position  hed bet

I told you Go.

Nobody likes being told what to do  An Im Mr Nobody

                                                             Whas the bug up your ass man

I’m warning you Go.

the mans wife came out of the house

                                       a hand went to her mouth she looked horrified  she looked she looked fearful to speak

he must have felt herdidnt look Go back into the house, this is none of your concern.

I told you to go.

pointing to an ear Hard of hearing too much loud rocknroll growingup

                                                                        Growingup You know anything about tha

I TOLD YOU TO GO BACK INTO THE HOUSE. GO.

                                                      she turned hesitantly towards the door but like her toe caught caught she tugged tugged and tugged  then gaveup and turned back to face the misfortune unfoldingbrought on by her husbands young dog chasing his outdoor feral bigfoot who hes cared for for better than ten years

Go.

   No. Drop the wood.

You know you don’t tell me what to do . .

. . Yet you can tell me wha to do he interjected to bring the mans attention back in his direction

                                                                                                    not only did he look like hed throw the wood but might also slap her around he seen men like him before the eyes  their twisting in on themselvespresent  them somewhere elsesomewhere before   somewhere  witnessing something ugly

broken inside

Lemme guess Service overseas

Fuck you.

GI  Soldier   Coming to Americas defence

FUCKYOU.

   Ill go

Yeah you will. Go. 

                     Go walk and read your little book.

I will

      An you go back to tending your little fire

he almost threw the wood

the book was sensational Birmingham The Cruel Stars foldingmoving from one extreme spatial coordinate in a galaxy to one in another

                not what he would chose to do as he descended the drive to the street

if he could

hed have foldedup behind the man an taken the white oak out of his hands

he was going to hurt someone

                                  as damaged people do

he learned later that the man like a nephew of his tended toxic burnpits in Afghanistan

GO  America   

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