Call-Inbound: # 518
Date: 18 June, 2002
Time: :02:48:32
Transcript: W4W as Recorded (W4W = ‘word for word’)
ID: Anon.
You know I used to break horses.
I never knew that…
Oh, yes. Of course I was younger, stronger, much more
agile… ‘flex-I-bile’ is what we called it…fucking tough… and knew how to
take-a-fall…most often a Hard fall, then get up and kick that stallion in the
balls, if you got enough yourself.
You done that? How many?
Lost count, but whatever it is, multiply by two, because
when I did it, I made sure I got both.
Were there a lot of HARD falls?
Is ‘Bone-breakin’ hard enough? How about ‘bone shatterin’?
is that hard enough. Internal bleeding?!…how’s that?!
Serious? What kind? How many?
I suspect records have been suppressed, but I would guess:
Neck, collar, shoulder, sternum, spine, pelvis, femur, tibia, ankle…a handful
of humerus, radius, ulnas, and carpus…
Concussions?
Counting whiplash?
If you must…
Then, I lost count.
Damn. And you bring this up in
conversation, why?
I felt I was properly prepared to
wed this woman. This local gal…
Why this woman in particular?
I can’t seem to tolerate a passive foe…
And you feel ridin’ the circuit
‘prepared you’? How so?
You can never be fully prepared, but you CAN learn to
Anticipate. Reflex reactions…snap! Like that! Quick twitch! You know if she turns to throw
ya’, you gotta shift yer weight. Fend her motion. But you know you will hit the ground at some point. Accept it as part of the ride. Can’t ride‘em all out….
Well, yeah, but it’s a proven fact
that reflexes do slow down…significantly!….slow down with age.
Which is why you gotta gauge. I
chose an older date as my stable-mate. Tight quarters, cautious moves…what more
could a man ask for?
A divorcee, is she?
Probably.
Probably! Does she bring along her
own hay?
Yes, but what's...
So maybe she’s someone… ‘some
other’ rider couldn’t conquer?
No riders stronger than me, I gotta believe… so if it’s me
that it takes, then its me that deserves it. Or else deserves to take the fall. I’ll
take it either way.
Could be the fall of them all…this
she-dervish of yours….
Could be…
…but back to reality,this divorcee.. maybe, he,
this prior stud, just grew tired
of it because she didn’t provide the same buck, and he wasn’t done
‘young-buckin’.
I imagine his time will come.
They put sad, old studs out to graze. At that age they'd be grazin’ on dry gray
grasses anyways, if you know what I mean.
VO - (Cut.
Rephrase that. Give me another take for edit, and think before you speak…people
do listen to this shit…let’s try to maintain all eight, shall we?)
Ok. Let’s just say, this ex…this
COW-boy… might be good for a few more rides, before he finds himself a goon at a kid’s
pony party.
At least Ponies are safe.
Ponies are goddamn BORING! …round, and round…might as well get on the merry-go-round.
And the options…?
Any horse is yer friend if you got carrots or sugar…
And they don’t bite…
Oh hell, that’s bound to happen
in the moment, and it’s alright. Beats a horse that can’t open it’s mouth to
begin with….carousel, ha!…and then, what’s this old horse, put out to back pasture, to do
within view of frolicking breeding fields, yearning for the day when he could
jump a fence with ease? … but no more… Can’t see the sticks nor posts to begin
with…never mind, Jump!!! - the damn-thing.
So I sense you’re through?
With the Rodeo? Way past…what’s it to you anyway?
Sooo…we hear the Rodeo is back in
town!
That’s why I’m here.
How’s that?
To remind everyone what the West, used
to be like!