He wore an old Derby Hat, had a long pointy grey goatee, smoke surrounding him from a fat stogie he always had going (I mean those big big fat cigars) and the first real life brass flask I'd ever seen that he'd take swigs off of (and let us 8 year olds have a nip every now and then) and he had a low Jack Nicholson type voice. He was ALWAYS riding around or sitting in his big old low riding jet black 63 Thunderbird with the radio always tuned to the local jazz station and never went over 20mph, on purpose just to piss people off. I thought he was the coolest adult (besides my parents) I'd ever met. Every time he would leave when us kids were in the yard he'd get in the car, light up that stogie and holler at us. He would give each one of us a quarter and say remember this the rest of your life you little Yard Apes......
FUCK THOSE FUCKING REPUBLICAN COCKSUCKERS
I've been saying that for 55 years, never stopped, never will until I'm ash and dirt 
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