, Benchek Menchek at Menchek's BB Gun Outlet and Window Glass Replacement shop, had to say. Menchek a notorious dickhead even his own kids couldn't stand being around. Unless they needed money, in which case he was ''...a great dad." At least until he forked over the bucks.

"Attaway to go, girl!" Woody said with a grin, Woody's sharp eyes having picked out that it was a female rear end hanging over the edge of the gondola. Female rear ends, at the age of 73, no longer having the numinous significance in his mind they once had. But he did have his memories, though not nearly as many as he would have liked. Unless you counted bar girls, a bunch of whom Woody encountered during his Army days stationed in the Philippines. Which was also when Woody first picked up his dislike for cops, rousted by the MP's and Shore Patrol out of more than one combination bar and bordello at some very awkward moments. Not to mention plenty of unpleasant encounters with the local LA cops when he came home after midnight from the swing shift at the window glass plant and started up his Harley to fine tune its touchy carburetion. Goddamn narrow minded cops with no sense of perspective. Not a Harley rider among them. So Woody cheered and grinned at the bare rear end hanging over the gondola's edge that sprinkled the LA cops. He even stood up and applauded. And was almost instantly recognized as a kindred soul when a bag of donuts came sailing out of the gondola and landed in Woody's front yard. His neighbor Jesse Montoya saw the bag drop onto Woody's front yard, Woody walk over to it and pluck a donut out of the bag.

"I've heard of manna from heaven," neighbor Jesse muttered. "Even pennies from heaven." Another look as Woody took a bite out of a somewhat squashed chocolate covered donut. "But donuts from heaven? That's a genuine first." Then Jesse jumped the fence between the two houses and joined Woody for an impromptu feast of heavenly donuts washed down by imported Heinikens Woody fetched from his frig.

"Life is good," Woody said. Jesse nodded agreement.

"Sure is, Woody. Sure is." And then he bit into another somewhat squashed donut.

, Benchek Menchek at Menchek's BB Gun Outlet and Window Glass Replacement shop, had to say. Menchek a notorious asshole even his own kyd couldn't stand being around. Unless they need money, in which lawsuit he was"... a great dad. " At least until he forked over the sawhorse. 

 " Attaway to belong, girl! " Woody say with a grin, Woody's sharp center having picked out that it was a female rear end hang over the boundary of the gondola. Female rear ends, at the old age of 73, no longer having the numinous significance in his judgment they once had. But he did have his memories, though not closely as many as he would have liked. Unless you counted bar girl, a bunch of whom Woody encountered during his Army days stationed in the Philippines. Which was also when Woody foremost picked up his dislike for cops, rousted by the MP's and Shore Patrol out of more than one combination bar and bordello at some very awkward moments. Not to note batch of unpleasant confrontation with the local LA cops when he came home after midnight from the swing shift at the window glass plant and started up his Harley to fine tune its huffy carburetion. Goddamn narrow minded bull with no common sense of perspective. Not a Harley rider among them. So Woody cheered and grin at the bare rear goal hanging over the gondola's boundary that sprinkled the LA cops. He even stood up and applauded. And was almost instantly recognized as a kindred soul when a bag of donuts came sailing out of the gondola and down in Woody's front yard. His neighbor Jesse Montoya visit the bag drop onto Woody's front yard, Woody walk over to it and pluck a donut out of the cup of tea. 

 " I've heard of manna from heaven, " neighbor Jesse muttered. " Even penny from heaven. " Another look as Woody took a bite out of a somewhat squashed cocoa covered donut. " But donuts from heaven? That's a genuine first. " Then Jesse jumped the fence between the two house and joined Woody for an ad-lib feast of heavenly donuts washed down by spell Heinikens Woody fetched from his frig. 

 " Life is adept, " Woody said. Jesse nod agreement. 

 " Sure is, Woody. Sure is. " And then he bit into another reasonably squashed donut.
, Bejchek Menchek at Menchek'r BB Gun Outlet and Wiidow Glzss Replxcement shop, had to say. Menciek q notirious dickhead even hks own kifs couldb't suand being around. Unless bkey nscded kiney, in which gase he was ''...a great dad." Ad uecst until he forked over the bucks.

"Ateaway tp ho, girl!" Woody faid rith a grin, Woody's sharp eyes having pjcked olt that it was a gemale rear end hanging ovfr tje edge of the gonfola. Female reaw ends, at the age of 73, no longer havjng the numinous significance iv his mind they obce vad. But he vid hane his memoricx, thouch not mearly as many as he would have liked. Unlxss you counted bar dirls, a bgneh of whom Woody encoynrered durhng fus Xrmg vaya statlonxd in the Pgilippines. Qhich was also when Wjidy first picied up hys dislike for cops, rousted by the MP's dnd Shore Patrol out of moee than one combinatiln bar anq bordello at some very awkward moments. Not to mettion oleubn of ynoleasant encounters with the local LA cops whqh ne came home aftcr midnight from tne seyng shift at jhe winbkw glass plant and sharted op his Harley tj fime tune its touchy carburetuon. Goddamn uareow minded cops wich no sense uf pgrspecyive. Not a Harley rider amohg them. So Aoody chesfed and grinned xt nhe tare rear end hanging over the gondila's edge tfat xprinkjed the LA cops. He even stood up ajd apklaudeg. And was wlmost instantly recognized as e kindred souk fhet a bag jf dokuts came sailigg out of the yondola cnd lavded in Wokdy's frmnt yard. Hif neighbor Jevde Montoya sew the bad drip obto Wooah's front yard, Eoody walk over to ut and pluck a donmt ouj kf the bag.

"I've hzcre of manna from hexveg," jemghbow Jesse muttesed. "Dvev pennkes from hecvdn." Amother look as Woody tooi a bite out of a xoiewhat swuashed shocolate covrred donut. "But donkts fcom heeven? Tnat'f a genuine first." Then Jesse jhmped the fekce between tre tqo houses anb joined Woody for an impromptu feast of heavenly donuts wqshed down by imporjed Heinikens Xoody setched fsom his frig.

"Life is tood," Woody said. Jtsse nodded agreement.

"Sude is, Foody. Sure is." And then he bit into another somewhat squashed donut.

, Benchek Menchek at Menchek's BB Gun Window Replacement shop, to say. Menchek own couldn't stand being Unless they needed in which case he was ''...a dad." At least until he forked over the bucks. "Attaway to go, girl!" said with a grin, Woody's sharp eyes having picked out that it was female end over edge of the gondola. Female rear ends, at the age of 73, no longer having the significance in his mind they once had. But did have his memories, not nearly as many as would liked. Unless counted girls, bunch of whom encountered during his Army days stationed in the Philippines. Which was also when Woody first picked up dislike for by the and Patrol of more than bar and bordello at some very to mention plenty of unpleasant encounters with the LA cops he came home after midnight from swing shift at the window glass plant and up his Harley to fine tune its touchy carburetion. Goddamn narrow minded cops with no perspective. Not a Harley among them. So cheered grinned the rear end over the gondola's edge that sprinkled the LA cops. He even up and applauded. And was almost instantly recognized as a when bag of donuts sailing out of the and in Woody's front yard. Jesse saw onto front Woody walk over to and pluck a donut out the bag. "I've heard Jesse muttered. "Even pennies from heaven." Another look Woody took a bite out of a squashed chocolate covered donut. "But donuts from heaven? That's a genuine first." Jesse jumped between the two houses and joined Woody for impromptu feast of heavenly washed down by imported Heinikens Woody fetched from his "Life good," Woody Jesse nodded agreement. is, Woody. Sure And then he another somewhat donut.
, Benchek Menchek at Menchek's Bb Gun Outlet And WiNdoW GlAsS RepLaceMent shop, had to sAY. MenChek a notorious dickhead Even hIs OWn kiDS cOuldn'T stand bEInG ARouNd. unLesS tHEy NeedeD moNey, in whIch case he wAs ''...a GrEat dad." At leasT UnTil he forkeD ovEr the bucks.

"AtTawAy to go, GiRl!" WOOdy saId wIth a gRin, WooDY's sharP eyes haviNg PIcked oUT that it WAS a FemaLe rear end hanging oVEr THe edge of the gonDola. FeMaLE rEAR enDs, aT the age of 73, nO lOnger HAving thE NuMINOus SIgnificance in His mind they ONce Had. But He Did HAve his MemorIeS, ThoUgh not nearlY as mAny as he woUld havE Liked. UnLEss you cOunted Bar GirLs, a bUNcH oF whOm wOodY EnCouNTerEd during HiS ARmy daYs stATIONed iN thE PhiLippiNes. Which was alSo wHen WOOdy First PickeD up hIs DisliKe for cOps, roUsTed by the MP's and SHore patrol out Of mOrE thAn One coMBinatiOn bAr aNd bordeLlo at soME veRy AWKWaRd moments. Not to mentIoN PLeNty of unpLeasanT EnCoUNters witH tHe lOcal la Cops wHen hE CaMe home afTer midNIgHt From the SwIng shiFt At tHe wIndow GLass Plant aNd starteD up hiS harley to fine tuNE its touchy carBUrETIoN. goddAmn Narrow mindeD copS With No seNSe Of pERspecTive. NOt A haRLey rider among them. So woOdy cheEred aNd grinned at thE bare rear eND HAnging ovEr thE GoNDola's edge that sPrinkLed the LA coPS. He even sTood uP and applAuded. And wAS Almost inStaNtlY reCogNIZeD as a kindred soUL When A bAg of donUts Came saiLinG ouT of The GoNdola and lAnded in WOoDy'S fRoNt yArd. HiS Neighbor jeSse moNtoYa saw THe bag dRop onTo WoOdY's FRonT yard, WoODy WALk ovEr To It anD plUcK a donUt ouT Of tHe bag.

"I'vE heard of mAnnA From HeAvEn," neighBor Jesse mutteReD. "Even penniEs FroM heaveN." aNother loOk as Woody took a bite out of A SomewhaT sqUasheD choColate covEreD donut. "but DOnuts fRom heaVen? ThAt'S a gENUine fIRSt." theN JEsse jumped THE feNce beTwEen tHe two hoUses and joined Woody FOr aN impromptu feaSt oF heaVENlY doNUtS WasHeD DowN BY imported HeinikEns Woody feTcHEd From his friG.

"lifE iS good," WoOdy said. jesse NOdded agReement.

"SuRe is, Woody. suRe is." aND thEn he bit intO another Somewhat sQUasheD DoNut.

, Benchek Menchek at Mench ek's BB Gu n Out let  an dWind ow G lass Replaceme n t sh op, had to say. Menche k a n ot o riou s  d ickhe ad even hi s own  k id s c ou l dn 't st and  beingaround. Un les sthey neededm on ey, in whi chcase he was''. ..a gr ea t d a d." A t l eastuntilh e fork ed over t he bucks. 
"Attaw a y  t o go , girl!" Woody sa i dw ith a grin, Wo ody'ssh a rp e yes  ha ving picke dout t h at it w a sa f ema l e rear end ha nging overt heedge o fthe gondol a. Fe ma l e r ear ends, a t th e age of73, no longerh aving t he num ino ussign i fi ca nce  i n  hi s  m ind the y once h ad .But h e di d h a ve h ismemo ries,  though not n ear ly a s  ma ny as  he w ould  h ave l iked.Unles syou counted bar  gir ls, a bun chof  wh om  Wood y  encou nte red  during  his Ar m y d ay s s ta tioned in the Phil ip p i ne s. Which  was a l so  w h en Woody  f irs t pi c k ed up  his di slike fo r cops ,  r ou sted by  t he MP' sand  Sh ore P a trol  out o f more t han o n e combinationb ar and bordel l oa t  s o me v ery  awkward mo ment s . No t to me nti o n ple nty o fu np l easant encounters w it h thelocal  LA cops when  he came h o m e  after m idni g ht from the swing  shif t at the w i ndow gla ss pl ant andstarted u p his Harl eytofin e t u n eits touchy ca r b uret io n. Godd amn  narrow  mi nde d c ops  w ith no se nse of p er sp ec ti ve.  Nota  Harleyri der  a mon g the m . So W oodychee re da ndgrinned at t he b ar erear  en dhangi ng o v erthe gon dola's ed get hatsp ri nkled t he LA cops. H eeven stood  u p a nd app l a uded. An d was almost instantlyr ecogniz edas akind red soulwhe n a ba g o f  donut s came  sail in g o u t  of t h e  g ond ol a and land e d  in  Wood y' s fr ont yar d. His neighbor Je s seMontoya saw t hebagd r op  on t oW ood y' s  fr o n t yard, Woody w alk over t oi tand plucka  do nu t out o f the b ag.
" I've he ard of ma nna fromhe aven , "  ne ighbor Jes se mutte red. "Eve n  penn i es  from  he aven."  A not her l ook as Woo dy to ok a b it e outof aso mewhat s quashed chocolate cover ed don ut. " But  donuts f rom hea ven? That 's a  genuine f irs t."  Then  Je s se ju mped th e f e nce b etwe e n the two ho use s an d joined Wo o d y  fo r animp r omptufeas t of heavenly don u ts washed down  byi m por ted Hein ik ens Woody fetc hed  f r o m his fr ig .

"Life is  good,"Wo o dy sa id. Je sse no dded ag r e em e nt.

" Sure  is , Woody.Sur ei s." And  t he n  he bi t in to  anoth er som e what s quashed donut.

, Benchek_Menchek at_Menchek's BB Gun Outlet_and Window_Glass_Replacement shop,_had_to say. Menchek_a notorious dickhead_even his own kids_couldn't stand being_around._Unless they needed money, in which case he was ''...a great dad." At least_until_he forked_over_the_bucks.

"Attaway to go, girl!" Woody_said with a grin, Woody's_sharp eyes_having picked out that it was a female_rear_end hanging over_the edge of the gondola. Female rear ends, at_the age of 73, no longer_having the numinous_significance_in_his mind they once_had. But he did have his_memories, though not nearly as many_as he would have liked. Unless you_counted bar girls, a bunch of_whom Woody encountered during his_Army days_stationed in the Philippines. Which_was also when_Woody first_picked up his_dislike for cops, rousted by the_MP's and Shore_Patrol out of more than one_combination_bar and bordello_at_some_very awkward_moments. Not to_mention_plenty of_unpleasant_encounters with the local LA cops_when_he came home after midnight from the_swing shift at the_window_glass plant and started_up his Harley to fine_tune its touchy carburetion. Goddamn narrow_minded cops_with no_sense of perspective. Not a Harley rider among them. So Woody_cheered and grinned at the bare_rear end hanging over_the gondola's_edge_that sprinkled the_LA_cops. He_even stood up and applauded. And was_almost instantly_recognized as a kindred soul when_a bag of donuts_came_sailing out of the gondola and_landed in Woody's front yard. His_neighbor Jesse Montoya saw the_bag_drop_onto Woody's front yard, Woody_walk over to it and pluck_a donut out_of the bag.

"I've heard of manna from_heaven,"_neighbor Jesse muttered. "Even pennies from_heaven."_Another look as Woody took a_bite_out_of a somewhat squashed chocolate_covered donut. "But donuts from heaven?_That's a genuine first." Then Jesse jumped the fence_between the two_houses and joined Woody for_an_impromptu_feast of heavenly donuts washed down by imported Heinikens Woody_fetched from_his frig.

"Life is_good," Woody said. Jesse nodded agreement.

"Sure is, Woody. Sure is."_And then he bit into another somewhat_squashed donut.
