Just a short one … Drinking a cold one at the old Relay Station one Saturday afternoon, an old friend of mine came staggering through the door. “Hey Bull! You crazy old mother fucker! Where in the hell have you been?” “Just got back from the horse races Trip. Lost my license a while back so I had a friend drop me off at the bar.” said Bull. Sharing a few Michelob’s with my old pal, he told me how his construction company had recently folded and he’d pretty much lost all his money at Hot Springs earlier in the day. Several pretty girls were in the bar. Bull and I flirted with them all. One old boy shooting pool kept hating on us staring across the way. When he went to the restroom leaving his longneck Budweiser on the pool table, Bull walked over, pulled out his dick, and rubbed the head of it all over the bottle’s rim. When the guy came back, he took a big old swig of his beer. That’s when the girls standing around just laughed, and laughed and laughed! That’s the kind of crazy shit David Bull use to do. Never a lack of entertainment when he was around.

Suddenly, the bartender and bouncer got mad. Big Steve came over and said, Bull! I’m throwing you out! Finish your beer, get in your car and leave.” “But I don’t have a car Steve! I got dropped off!” said Bull. “Well, I don’t care,” said Steve. “Finish your beer and go!” Downing his last swallow and shaking my hand goodbye, Bull looked at the bouncer and said, “Guess you’ll have to call me a cab.” A few minutes later there was some kind of ruckus on old Greenwood road right in front of the bar. It was Bull and the cab driver fighting. I watched as Bull took a bumper jack away from the cabby and chased him down the road. After he ran away, Bull walked slowly around the cab meticulously knocking out every window. First the front windshield, then the back, then all the windows in all four doors. Soon after, someone called the cops and a Fort Smith black and white arrived. After a few minutes of arguing and the patrolman pulling his gun, Bull was cuffed and placed in the back seat and hauled away.

About a year later, I ran into David Bull in the Sebastian County Jail. “Last time I saw you, you were beatin’ the hell out of a cab driver and tearing up his fucking car! What happened Bull?” “He got smart with me Trip,” said Bull. “So I slapped him up side the head. That’s when he grew balls and got out and grabbed that bumper jack and tried to kick my ass. So, I took it away from him, run him down the road and commenced to destroying his cab. Then the cops came and took my drunk ass to jail.” “Did you have to stay in the pokey very long?” I asked my old buddy Bull. “Nope. Soon as I cleared book-in and made bond, I saw the same cop that arrested me and I asked him if he’d give me a ride. Had him take me right back to the Relay Station.” “Thought the bouncer just threw you out of there?” I asked. “He did. I drank a few beers before he noticed me. When he did, he came over and said, ‘Goddamnit Bull! I thought I just threw your drunk ass out of here! I saw what you did to that cab driver in the street. Now go on! Git! You gotta leave!’” “Damnit Steve!” said Bull. “You know I ain’t got no car!” “I don’t care,” said the bouncer. Bull finished his beer, sheepishly looked up and said, “Guess you’ll have to call me a cab.”