I have just begun reading Joe Bageant's "Deer Hunting With Jesus." Book is about every Canadian's favourite subject besides hockey and roller derby: Motherfucking Apple Pie Americans. I love the book's opening line. "Faced with working-class life in towns such as Winchester, I see only one solution: beer." I read so that I might learn profound truths such as that. It does not happen often enough.
Kyle lent me the book. Kyle reads a lot since he laid off the beer. I guess some people can only take so much of the beer solution. Kyle was still on the high first time roller derby spectators get when he handed me the book. "I loved it. Stacy loved it. The fucking kids loved it. How can't you love watching twenty young women on roller skates smashing into one another like it's a human demolition derby?"
"If you make it to the derby May 9th you'll get to see Andi." I said.
"Who the fuck's Andy?" Kyle asked.
"She's one of the jammers for the Pussycats."
"Is she hotter than Roxy?"
"She's hotter than ten Roxies."
"Maybe I'll just come to the next show with you and Hunky."
"Pretty soon we're going to have enough of us old motherfuckers at the derby to create a dirty old man's row."