[B4Ranch]

Talk aboput poor...

"We were so poor that all six children and my Ma and Pa lived in a 55 gallon drum, even now when I see a group of 55 gallon drums sitting together--I think of a mobile park."

"We were so poor, we wouldn't have noticed one way or the other," he said. "We managed to eat because we had good dogs that would run rabbits by you so you could kill them with a stick or rock. We couldn't afford to buy shells for a gun."

We were so poor that all we ever had for lunch was chicken feet sandwiches without bread.

We were so poor, all of my dreams were in black & white.

We were so poor that we'd sit on the front porch and crack our knuckles so the neighbors would think that we could afford walnuts.

[Conspiracy Guy]

We were so poor we couldn't afford dreams. Or drums to live in. We slept in a culvert that was always flooded. I used to get spanked for wetting my mud in my sleep. But at least we had mud and each other. And we were happy.

Dreams were for the rich folks up the road who had drums and knuckles to crack. We didn't envy you because we knew that with success came pressure and pressure caused sadness. Above all we wanted to be happy.

I miss those days.

CG