S. has accused me of inflating some facts on this blogh, and suggested that I nip any creative license now if I’m indeed to create an accurate document of the development of Cooter Hollow. So, fact-straightening time: It was only 6 gallons of water that I had to hoof up the mountain all winter. Not 7.
In the continued interest of full disclosure, I should mention that for most of the winter, while I was hauling ONLY 6 gallons of water up the mountain on my back, through two feet of snow, in the dark, so that I might not die of thirst, he received his daily libations poured directly into his mouth from a golden chalice served from the freshly moisturized hands of a dozen nubile minions.
Maybe not? It’s possible I didn’t hear him properly when he told me about it. I mean, I was exhausted from hauling all that water, even if it was only six gallons, and my ears were likely pounding.