bubba
bubba lived in the hills above knoxville. i was told he was my type of man. we drove up out of town – up into the snow. round winding roads up into the trees. we turned off the road up a steep dirt track with deep snow on either side of us.
there was a house on the left sitting on its own built of wood and had a porch on it like the waltons. as soon as a tall thin moustached figure with thigh length cut off jeans and flip flops walked out of the front door to greet us, i knew this had to be bubba.
we walked in through the door of this two storey house to find that there were no internal walls. he told me he had gradually used them to put on the fire to keep warm. i could see all the way through to the kitchen – through the non walls – where an entire car engine was on the floor in front of the fridge. it was no surprise to find his wife had left him. we spent hours drinking moosehead and laughing until it was time to return to normality.
– vonovitch