John (Guest)

Finally, the brother leaves.

We play completely dumb about the donkey.

My mother turns around and sees my friend and I, the one from the night before who were there.

And she kind of puts it together and says, so is this what that mess was last night?

Did you steal a goddamn donkey?

And I was like, maybe.

And she's like, from the New York mafia.

Everything after that kind of just died down.

I'd like to say, you know, our plan was to give it to my friend that day back to his family.

Didn't happen.

That donkey has made a move with me five, six, seven times over the last 30 years.

It was never returned.

I would not be surprised if he listens to this.

The secret might be out.

I did send a picture of the donkey.

We haven't looked yet.

So I will say I have taken care of the donkey over the years.

It's had quite a few paint jobs and been moved around between a few states.

The friend that we took it from, I believe at this point, has taken over the house and lives in the house.

Now, I've yet to go back and see if there's just a lonely wagon sitting in the yard.