Hot rod hullabaloo

As most of you know Clem is no stranger to the law. He has spent more time behind bars than Sara Palen on a dog sled. It wasn't always like that. One time he though he could harness his energy to do good. He wanted to be like Bat Man or Superman or Spider man or even the Milk Man... but like every young boy, his child hood dreams were crushed and stomped on when he learned how to log on to Explorer. Once the evils of the information highway started to corrupt his young virgin mind all hell broke loose for Clem.

No body blames him. Most of us have been there. I my self dreamed of living large in a two story double wide trailer with an all you can eat Spaghetti restaurant across the street.

Well Clem spent last week on "Vacation" and decided to write some of his memoir's down on the inside of empty Boh cases with those free pens you get when you check into the Travel-Lux motels.

Well he got the the first couple pages, and swears it's a true story just as the Sheriff evicted him for squatting.

Turns out back in Clem's home town he didn't have many friends growing up in the small farming village of Zelandia. With a desire to help those in need his alter ego turned him into a crime fighting super hero "Pig Man".

He would sneak out after bed time (7:00pm) dresses as the man who could help, and befriend those in need.

Mostly he would head over to the neighbours place, the Cannon's, cause they were usually drunk and passed out on the stoop by 8:00pm. He would gather up as many beer as he could find left over. After all they would just think their kid Bruno drank them and give him a much deserved beating. Then off to the corral where if he couldn't rescue the poor beasts in lock down at least he could offer them some comfort.

"Thank you Pig Man!"

As Clem recalls, he didn't much care for the company of the Cannon's but they sure had some good pork roasts.

# posted by Monty P Marshall @ 9:30 PM