Dick Head for Prez, the shirts read."These Bozos are gonna eat this shit up," he said to himself.And they did! Everyone had to have one. The shirts so...ld out with in the hour and a call was made for more. Hundreds, maybe even thousands were spread across the state. Dick Head's face was everywhere. The little tavern packed in the crowds each night just to get a glimpse of the man who would be king."No more fuckin' taxes," Dick yelled one night, " Fuck them IRS bastards."No matter how Dick put it,. I wasn't used to the hours yet.On the way, an extra pair of shoes caught my eye but it was too tired to process it at that moment. If I hadn't been, I wouldn't have been so shocked, as you'll see in a second.I rounded the corner into my room and shut the door as my hand flicked on the light. I tossed my phone onto the bed and my eyes followed it to where there was a larger than normal lump on the bed. It took me a second to process this, but I eventually saw the light brown hair, feminine lumps. Her blue eyes swam in to see red, and the drink in her hand begging to be lifted to her ruby lips again. They used to call sluts like this blonde bombshells. She exuded sexuality, curvy, soft and full of promise.“Where’s Tommy?” she questioned me, her sultry southern accent sounded so dirty even when her words weren’t.“Spending time with cops,” I said.“He’s a dumb ass,” she said turning from she sauntered back into the room, her ass swiveling one way then other as if on ball bearings. “I got so. Youcan pay for the damage, help repair the damage, or meet me out back inthe picnic aera. " Four of the frat boys picked upped brooms and dustpans and began cleaning up. Two more asked for trash bins. Anotherplaced a call to the lumber yard and a glass shop. He said " It wouldtake me two weeks to replace the bar mirror. I can make it at theschool's wood shop. I have two planned. One is the Misty Mountains witha Stag in the foreground. The other has the Marine Corps Emblem on itand could fit.