{"id":15612,"date":"2022-06-28T04:48:57","date_gmt":"2022-06-28T04:48:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.skeeterdaddle.net\/?p=15612"},"modified":"2022-06-28T04:48:57","modified_gmt":"2022-06-28T04:48:57","slug":"little-billy-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.skeeterdaddle.net\/?p=15612","title":{"rendered":"Little Billy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You live in a remote backwash like we do, you might think life is passing you by.\u00a0 But even for those of us sitting still, the world keeps spinning.\u00a0 Live long enough and you\u2019ll have a book or two of stories, I guarantee you.\u00a0 Even Little Billy.<\/p>\n<p>Little Billy lives in the While-a-While trailer park that Ralph Wissmach set up back in the \u201870\u2019s, not really zoned for it, but that was back when the South End was a little wilder and regulations were flaunted with impunity if not relish.\u00a0 Ralph owned most of the single wides, hauled them in as rentals, then leased them PLUS added power and water surcharges.\u00a0 If Ralph hadn\u2019t acquired a ferocious taste for blended whiskies, he might have done okay, but he drank most of his rent money and neglected upkeep in the park.\u00a0 By the turn of the century the While-a-While was a ghetto, tenants made payments only occasionally and the sheriff steered clear if possible.<\/p>\n<p>Little Billy\u2019s castle was the trailer at the end, leaning partly into the woods, curtains always drawn.\u00a0 The adjoining trailer was vacant, curtains fluttering tattered out its broken window, allowing Billy even more privacy.\u00a0 Cats by the dozen came in and out at Billy\u2019s through a pet door he had cut into the fiberglass back door of his abode.\u00a0 His neighbors saw more of the feline herd roaming the park than they did of Billy.<\/p>\n<p>The Trouble began when the Carter brothers rolled in one windswept monsoonal day late in November, off-loaded their rust-eaten 4&#215;4 trucks, then, over the next week, were joined by their kin and girlfriends until the trailer was wild with metal rock and constant fighting.\u00a0 Strange cars and grungy people came night and day.\u00a0 Billy kept an imperious silence through the next couple of months.\u00a0 Except for the cats the Carter clan would\u2019ve suspected his place abandoned.<\/p>\n<p>Then, one drizzly night after New Years, the Carters decided to amuse themselves by shooting at Billy\u2019s cats with a couple of .22\u2019s.\u00a0 By the time Billy stepped out on his rickety porch step, three of his felines were dead or bleeding next to the trailer.\u00a0 Billy stood stock still, just a silhouette in the backlit doorway, and watched silently as Joel Carter, drunk on Jack Daniels, stoned on grass and cranked on meth, lifted his rifle to his lips and pretended to blow the smoke away.\u00a0 Before he laughed and went back inside.<\/p>\n<p>What went through Joel Carter\u2019s empty head when Billy came knocking, nobody will ever know.\u00a0 \u201cWuzzup, asshole?\u201d he muttered to Little Billy who was standing on the porch with a .38 in one hand and a bleeding cat in the other.\u00a0 When he saw the pistol, he smirked.\u00a0 \u201cWhat now, Wyatt?\u00a0\u00a0 We gonna shoot it out at the OK??\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Billy, apparently not much for light banter, put a slug in Carter\u2019s kneecap, eliciting a howl that could be heard out to the highway.\u00a0 He watched the backrooms of the trailer erupt into activity, the entire tribe now gathered and shrieking like deranged Banshees.\u00a0 Billy held his gun up for silence and got it immediately.\u00a0 Then he shot a writhing Joel Carter in the other leg, brought the weapon to his lips and in an ironic gesture lost on the assembled trailer trash, blew smoke off the end of the barrel.<\/p>\n<p>In the novel that won\u2019t be written, Billy might have driven off into the night, never to be heard from again.\u00a0 But this being real life and not Hollywood, the sheriffs arrived 15 minutes later and took Billy away.\u00a0 He gave no resistance and the only words anyone heard him speak were when they shoved his head down before he was put in the back seat of the cruiser.\u00a0 \u201cSomeone needs to care for those cats.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You live in a remote backwash like we do, you might think life is passing you by.\u00a0 But even for those of us sitting still, the world keeps spinning.\u00a0 Live long enough and you\u2019ll have a book or two of stories, I guarantee you.\u00a0 Even Little Billy. 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