The_Legend_Of_The_Black_Bayoy

The Legend Of The Black Bayoy “Are you listening'” the old man wheezed with a raspy voice. “Uh yeah, yeah I\'m listening. I’m turning the recorder on right now, Mr. Taylor.” Dave said as he pushed the record button and readjusted his thin rimmed glasses. He looked around the hospital room for a glass of water and found it on the bed tray with un-touched hospital meatloaf. Taking a swig and then readjusting his tie, he leaned back in his chair and grabbed a legal pad and then clicked his pen. “Go right ahead Mr. Taylor” said Dave looking ready to write. The truth was he wasn’t going to write much. He was going to let the tape recorder record everything this old man had to say, type it word for word, hand it to him, then collect his check. More or less that was the agreement, so that was what he was going to do. Thinking about all of the graduate homework that actually demands some creativity and some punctuality come soon, made him regret taking this guy up on his offer. But, $5,000 would cover a semester, and it’s only a couple of days work. Besides, this guy\'s got what, a week or two to tim, sheriff, said, pin, mr, charlie, bayou, roots, now, out, back, woman, through, one, began, towards, horse, folk, town’s, just, don’t, around, window, looked, each, water, stood, screamed, saw, ax, way, turned, side, shotgun, off, make