Three Voices from Hunter’s Point
1 I’s a Christian fer ’bout three months a year’r so ago — Danged if I don’t wish I hadn jist gone ahead’n died then. 2 Well, reckon I’m a – gittin old — I’d shore give a purty penny to be eighteen agin, but Lord God ye jist don’t git sec’nts down that road. 3 Thank you kindly boys, but ya’ll can jist let me out here — I’d sooner be two hours late as lay a corpse thirty minutes.