Doug is a big supporter. So am I, in my way. Ol J Stew is quitting cigarettes and has decided to take up karaoke instead. Could be worse than butts.
But we went. And Doug, when in public, a crowd more or less, but not too loud, will stand next to you and just behind you and face the same direction as you face as he talks. So I look over my shoulder to see his face and his body is rigid and his eyes are wide and gleaming and he is encouraging you.
“You should go put your dick in that cake,” he’ll say.
That type of encouragement. The kind children of the church remember being the devil and the angel on your shoulder. Doug’s advice might sound like the Devil. But he is actually an angel to the outlaw. That is his role. And don’t we love the bad guy, doesn’t Jesus dig the prodigal son, isn’t the outlaw the one that will save us from the real bad guys?
Tonight while Doug was staring at a wall and telling me I should take off my shirt and dance with as much emotion as I could find in my old long bones while J Stew sang Young MC’s Bust A Move, he was the angel of truth and justice and I want everyone to know it. I think Stew -ball appreciated it.