I remember one bobcat they had in here - now bobcats are an endangered species in this neck of the woods - they'd caught it somewhere and they must have put that cat through a dozen rounds of burn experiments before they finally determined that it was utterly useless to them. Like an empty beer can. And then you know what they did to it? Claudius was late for a lunch date so rather thanput the destroyed but still breathing animal to sleep, he picked it up by its hind legs and simply smashed its head against a wall repeatedly until it was dead. How can I forget it: I was the one told to clean up the mess. The head dented in. The eyes slowly closing. The once proud claws hanging down, stunned and lifeless, the utter senselessness of it all, and the hate, a hatred that was consummated in me which is as dangerous a hormone, or chemical, or portion of the brain, as any neutron bomb. Except that I didnt know how to explode. I was like a computer without a keyboard, a bird without wings. Roaring inside. I wanted to kill that man. To do unto others what they had done unto me. I was that bobcat, you better believe it.
All true competitors in any field and walk of life take adversity and are strengthened from it. They develop a reputation of determination and toughness that wins more decisive moments in life than winning shots. Bobby Blair was one tough player. Playing him was like going into a phone booth with an angry bobcat. His massive talent was only surpassed by his courage to hit the big shots under the most pressure. No one ever looked forward to playing him. It was going to be pain and suffering if you wanted to go the distance it took to beat him.
SUN VALLEY DETH TRAP '84 WHEN I RUN UP THE PHONE BILL WITHOUT ANY SHOES I GOTTA CONFESS IT GIVES ME THE BLUES LIKE A DOWN HOME TURKEY WITH OUT A SOUL BLOWIN' ON A TRUMPET IN AN OLD FOLKS HOME BOBCAT STUCK UP IN A TREE SITTIN' ON THE SOFA WATCHIN' MAC AN ME BOTTLE ROCKETS COPS AN ROBBERS ROBIN HOOD STEALIN' FLOUNDERS NAKED ON THE BEACH AN I BUST A MOVE THE SAND IN MY CROUCH MAKES ME KICK A GROOVE EVERY ONE AROUND ME WHEN I CUT THE CHEESE PUT IT ON A CRACKER UP MY SLEEVE RIP THREW SPACE SMASH MY FACE GINGER'S LOCKED IN MY SUIT CASE
Nuts Can Surf
Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell, ' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky." "She's drunk, " Joe Bell informed me. "Moderately, " Holly confessed... Holly lifted her martini. "Let's wish the Doc luck, too, " she said, touching her glass against mine. "Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.