“I started it all out here. I liked the solitary state , bought the whole caboodle , cleaned up and bit you see. I started to pave the yard. It woke up the checking account I can say.
The driveway set my back 40,000 but it sure does look good”. I kepted the house and garage under my close protection and leased the land out to farmers. Dough goes on jokingly “I have a sawn-in-half Italian wife that takes care of me.” Smiling over a picture of a beautiful short Italian Women.
I’m a self made man and I’ve fought for every
penny I’ve earned. Payed my taxes, and my health insurance. And I made sure they left me out of that fucking Obama-Care. Now I buy toys with whatevers leftover. Come on, he says, and takes us on a tour. Through a hidden locking in the dark of his office opens one wall. Like a James Bond movie we walk through a dark hallway and he stops and lights up the room.
From floor to ceiling hangs machine guns, pistols, revolvers, grenade launchers, sniper rifles and collect weapons. There are piles of ammunition on the floor, odd homemade creations hanging from the ceiling and the most modern high-speed weapons from different countries lined up in the rack after rack along the walls.
“Have you used at AK47?” Dough looking at Krantz junior
“NO!….”
Dough grabs some of his toys of a shelf as if he was the supermarket picking out out food. Grabs some ammunition and we follow him out to his porch.