Musings of the Alley
The sun shined brightly over Arlen Texas, the sky was bright and blue and the sharp rays of the sun glowed down on the town below.
And with good reason, the previous night there had been an awful rainstorm. The wind howled as it hit speeds of up to 50 mph. It toppled trees and cars into houses and yards.
Fire trucks had been on call all morning as they raced from one edge of town to another trying to clean up the disaster.
At that moment one fire truck took a shortcut threw the alley, which had been cleared of any large debris, but leaves and some tree branches were scattered about.
The truck raced down the alley and as it did so it passed three every day Americans standing around passing the time. However as appose to usual the group was missing a member, and also were missing their beer.
"Yep." Said Hank Hill.
"Yep." Said Dale Gribble.
"Mmm-hmm." Said Boomhauer.
"Where's Bill." Said Dale looking at his watch."He's almost an hour late with the beer."
"I'm sure he's on his way Dale." Said Hank."There's no big hurry."
"Dang old man." Said Boomhauer."Bill man, dude's always running late."
"C'mon guys have some patience." Said Hank. Then the group fell silent.
"Well I tell ya what." Said Hank."That was one heck of a storm last night."
"Yea man." Said Boomhauer."Tell you what man, dang old trees falling things like that, dang old stuff's crazy man. Like a dang old Apocalypse."
"I read in the newspaper that fourteen people died last night because of things falling on them." Added Dale.
"Ah well that's a shame." Said Hank. Dale nodded.
"Well man, dang old I tell ya it's like this." Began Boomhauer."Man death is just a natural part of life. There ain't no escaping it so why get so caught up on it, live while you can. Man that's my philosophy." Boomhauer finished and then took a sip of his beer.
"Well Boomhauer." Said Hank with a chuckle."I believe that sums it all up right there. You gotta enjoy life while you can. I myself think everyone's destined for greatest in life." Said Hank as he took a look out at the sun."The trick is just to just find it."
"As a professional exterminator and bounty hunter." Dale chimed in."I've been in many encounters where I've had to survive by my strength and agility." He paused to take a puff of his cigarette."Some of them I've barely come out alive. I've seen the darker side of life and through these two careers I've learned the purpose of all life. The purpose of life is to end."
"Now Dale that's just asinine." Said Hank as he leaned towards Dale."How can the purpose of life be to end? This isn't all some sick joke, this isn't all some common coincidence everything has to happen for a reason."
"And what reason is that Hank?" asked Dale as he ashed his cigarette.
"I don't know." Said Hank leaning back."But that's just one of the great mysteries of life." Then the three stood there, but then suddenly a car drove down the alley and parked in Bill's driveway. Then moments later Bill stepped out holding a cooler of beer. Then the army sergeant began making his way over to his friends in the alley.
"Alright." They cheered.
"Bout time man." Said Boomhauer.
"Wingo." Said Dale.
"There's the man of the hour." Said Hank. Then Bill sat the cooler down, opened it up and tossed a beer to each of his friends before taking one for himself.
"Sorry I was late." He said."There was a long line at the mega-lo-mart." Then Bill opened his beer and took a sip."So what did I miss?"
"Nothing much." Said Hank."Just a talk about life." Then Hank took a drink of his beer.
"Yep." He said.
"Yep." Said Dale.
"Yep." Said Bill.
"Mmm-hmm." Said Boomhauer.
The End