good talk

Ha, I'm at the Enterprise Library in Las Vegas, and there I see someone I knew from 30 years ago in Scottsdale, we worked at the same place, of course, they got rid of him.  His name is Ralph Leroy Hutcherson, and he looks and acts like he's brain-damaged, his head comes to a peak, it's sharp on top, like the roof of a house, he acts much the same as Jim on Taxi. He's a junior, his father was Ralph Sr., and he's an only child.  He thought that eventually he'd come into the family farm, worth in today's dollars, 10 mil, but he so disgusted his father (he's also queer), that he left him nothing (his father's brother had a similar farm, and had no children, and he left him nothing), and this guy exists on some small monthly amount, living in an old, beat-up camper, he's an old bum.  Oh, he's not retarded, he says he did 2 years at the U. of Missouri, and he's a voracious-reader, luckily for him since it doesn't cost anything.  Ha, he's at this library most days of the year, I'm here to donate blood, I don't speak to him, he's an obnoxious faggot.  His fall, that is, what he realistically could have expected, and then getting nothing, is the worst I've seen, hopefully you people can learn from this