I see a house on the right side there. I see a guy jumping up showing his dexterity. He’s looking around to see if there’s any good looking chicks around. Have you found any? No. Well, I have. My wife is a good looking chick!
This takes place in Arizona on the range. This person in the air is the wild, wild, west singing cowboy. It looks like a farm more than a ranch. It looks like he’s cutting loose after a hard day’s work. I hear that guitar playing… (singing) “Jesus and heaven’s angels…” Left to right. Loosing. I’ve been trying to get him out of something, one of two things. Talking him out of something or being a big dummy and taking him for everything he’s’ got! (Singing) “Home, home on the range where the deer and the antelope range. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day.” I smell horse poop!
It looks like farmland in the front. I would smell some fragrant flowers. This is a horse ranch. There are some bright lights underneath the horse. Maybe there’s a city over there.
I think the horse and man know each other. They know each other. They’ve met before. I don’t think they know each other. This guy would have to know the other guy.
The horse looks like Brandi. They could have a family. I don’t know (shrugged shoulders). It looks to me the only family they could have is deadly. The buck shot would be the deadly maker rather than far and single shots.
They were just leaping out trying to land on that horse. It looks like a singing cowboy is named Charlie Hamburger with a lot of cheese on the top. That guy sat on a cactus and that’s why he’s in the air! He just finished a hard day’s work. He’s happy that he’s finished for the day. His name is Bronco Billy. His name is Wild jack! I don’t think it’s very reasonable to say. It looks like some type of light shining over them.
Created by male storytellers at a VA dementia care community. June 12, 2017.