Maybe if you try harder you'll be more than a #2 Big Hoss
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
Being the pioneer of Forensic Psychology, I always know too much about people, that I really would not care to know.
Richard and Stephanie will know who I am speaking of in this, and the rest of you can just follow along as it is another fucked up tail of families in how they interact or don't interact, like dogs running around smelling each others shit or chimps tossing turds at each other.
So the relative from hell finally left the building, but with it has come the manifestations of Big Hoss, or Rehoboam or any other sun who lit in his daddy's shadow.
So the saga opens that old Ben was down on the Ponderosa and all had fled. Big Hoss was supposed to come every month to June, but for some reason the world got in the way, mainly because he was hiding behind it.
See Big Hoss is a big man in his own mind. He is though a work in progress. Like curdled milk turning into cottage cheese, large curd.
He appeared here in a previous episode of, "I wear Daddy's boots and Trip in them".
Daddy's boots never have training wheels, but they do like audiences, unwilling audiences, even in shit hole bars, but they seldom produce the intended limelight that sons yearn for.
After that initial theater, Big Hoss returned to do all the work at an "Adore Daddy Festival", and was miffed as he wanted to sit on daddy's lap, drink beer and be told how much everyone really adored him.
That disappointing episode ending in failure, and Big Hoss would not climb the magic beanstalk or anything else, because when he did appear to return Ben to the nethers of his virtue, for a long and happy life, but why would one want a long and happy life, when you have such a long time being miserable.
For 8 months Daddy kept waiting to be adored by this sun, because the poor little orphan girl told him to wipe his own ass, and still the sun did not shine.
There were plenty of excuses for not coming to see daddy, but finally the time had run out, or Ben had run out of ways to whore himself out to the local pimps, and judgment day came.
So Big Hoss appears, a day late as the world is a big thing to get around as Big Hoss is scared shitless of Ben, but all went well, as Ben wanted things this way this time, so he mounted his horse and road off into the sunset with his sonny, and sonny was so pleased that he did not have to wet his pants.
The thing is, once the scare was out of Big Hoss, and Ben was no long around to scare the shit out of him, Big Hoss started padlocking the place and issuing orders as he could finally play Big Ben on the Ponderosa.
It is an odd thing to see a man scared of death, as he could not see beloved Uncle when he was dying of cancer, because it would bother him too much. Now though with daddy away, Big Hoss is the man. It like watching Goldie Locks, because Hoss is now doing all the things daddy would, but doing them Big Hoss better.
I await for the return to sleep in daddy's bed, and maybe Big Hoss will take on a girlfriend like married Ben, and maybe it will be daddy's girlfriend for slopper seconds. Can hardly wait to be eating daddy's porrage and whatever daddy did, as he did leave his lady's Schick on the sink to shave his legs when he returns.
The big climax will be when Big Hoss can sit on the Daddy's Throne and drop a deuce in Daddy's turd box. Yes I remember Absalom could not sleep in his daddy's concubines fast enough in fucking away kingdom in one night.
What pride there will be to sit on the crapper and drop a load in the toilet and hit the master flush, knowing you are now the man of the house, even if it is not your house.
So until you are courageous enough to open the windows.....when daddy is not there. Sleep in daddy's bed........when daddy is not there. Eat daddy's food.....when daddy is not there. And when it comes down to it, shitting in daddy's toilet, pretending to be daddy, sitting their shitting, smelling shit that don't stink as daddy's house falls down around you, while you do nothing to build anything up. All there is, is fear, fear that those locks on the doors will not hold up, to what will be taken from you beyond things.......those things you lust after which are not inside of you, things which you can not hold onto, because they were never inside you.
Yes, enjoy your shit, but your shit does stink.
Nuff Said
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