I made another, I made one up by a friend of mine and he's right there in Dallas.He's right there in Dallas, Texas now. His name is Bob Valentine. It was raining one dayand he called me to get in out of the rain. When he called me in his house, Istepped right in a pile of baby ***. He got a bunch of little babies, nasty babiesrunning all around. When I got back home, I made a toast up there. One day I stoppedby this friend of mine's house, but that's one day that I will never forget.Man, you couldn't walk around this man's house without stepping in a pile of ***.His windows, they were all dirty and most of them were broken out and he had little pissybabies and they were running all about. Snot was dripping from their little nostrils, looked justlike the yellow from the egg. *** was oozing out their diapers down their filthy little legs.Now next to this little youngest one was a little two-year-old and they all called himLittle Buster, damned his little soul. Little Buster, he came up to me and he crawled up on my knee.Gas from Little Buster's ass burnt blisters up on my thighs and the piss from Little Buster'sdiapers drawed water to my eyes. Now the head of that family, which I'm gonna call no name,but that little was Little Buster's daddy and damned if he didn't smell the same.The mama, she was a little different in her middle age, sag. She was sporting a pair of herhusband's work shoes and wearing a skirt made out of a burlap bag. There were 14 babies sleeping inone bed. They had seven at the foot and they had seven at the head. All the rest of them slept ona pallet on the floor with their mama and their daddy and their baby boy called Joe. Now you knowI don't like to talk about people because it's all in vain. It's a sad situation and it's too hard toexplain, but I've said it once before and I'll say it once again. If I ever stopped by his house againit'd be for the same thing, to get in out of the rain. See it was raining that day.