Who hasn’t even once, wished they could be a part of the wild west for a day?
Be it a gunslinger, to be part of the action, a bartender, to observe the action up-close, or merely a generic bystander, to witness the stand-offs at a distance.
If they had antibiotics, vaccines and chemotherapy, I’d be happy to join the crowd (or the black-hat gang).
Name: Bill / Billy The Kid
Occupation: Agriculturalist / Cowboy
RR: Bwah! *Cough* Damn *cough* –
Bill: You alright?
RR: It’s all the plants. Smells like hell in here. Nevermind that. How about you? Raking in the dough, huh?
Bill: Never heard that one before. Haha! Raking in the dough. You’re all right. First impressions are important. Especially in the old west. The wild west.
RR: You like the wild west?
Bill: It’s the best. Name’s Bill. I answer to Billy The Kid as well. You can call me that if you want to.
RR: Considering the strict rules around here, how do you find time to realize, or even entertain your dreams?
Bill: Imagination is your best friend down here. I like to pretend the hydroponics area is the field at my ranch. At my ranch, I work hard. I work hard as hell, raking in the dough. Gonna start using that one. Raking dough. Hah!
RR: What does a wild west-aficionado spend his hard earned money on?
Bill: I buy as much ammo for my six shooter as I can. Firing off rounds at the range is my favorite thing in the world. Shame the Overseer won’t let us carry guns around. Tried applying for a job as a guard, but apparently I’m a “red flag”, so I carry this wooden replica Bob made me, pretending it’s my pistol while walking into the saloon – the casino – and have myself some whiskey like the cowboys did.
RR: We all need a form of escapism once in a while.
Bill: I hear ya’. Speak of the devil and he doth appear. Look, there’s that damn Doug again.
RR: You have dogs here? I haven’t seen anyone.
Bill: No, it’s that annoying bohemian. Sssh, here he comes.
Doug: Howdy, partner! Can you plant a few of these seeds f-
Bill: Go. Away. I’m not stupid. How many times… If this was the wild west, I’d challenge you to a duel, like “not in my town, gringo” and pew pew. You’d be toast.
Doug: Rad, dude. Could go for some toast right now.
Bill: Damnit, Doug!
Doug: Shit! The narc again. C’yah.
RR: I’m a reporter!
Bill: Never mind him. He is… Challenged.
RR: Oh, you don’t say? Haha.
Bill: Well, I reckon’ it’s time to giddyup n’ get to work. These dern corncobs ain’t gonna reap themselves. Gonna have to catch ya’ later, old pal.
RR: So long, partner!
Nice guy that. If all the subjects were that nice, this interview thing would be a breeze.
The next guy was not as talkative as this one though.
In the next interview, watch a social faux pax deluxe edition extra ordinaire unravel.
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