Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1856-05-17
soliloauy Of a Loa4er.

Let's see where am /? This is-%oa|
I'm lying on. How'd get here: Yes,
| mind now. Was coming up street
met a wheelbarrow-was drunk, coming
t'other way, wheelbarsw, fell over me,
or | over the wheelbarrow, and one OF
US fell into. the celer--don't know
which now-~guess it must ha' been me
I'm nice young man, yes | am oght
tore drunk! Well, can't help it
'tant nv fault-wonder whose fault It's!
Well it an't-is tho. Is it Jones
fault mo. Is it my wife's fault p
Well, it ant. Is it the wheebarrow' 5
ia alt mo, It's whiskys fault. Who
is whisky Has he large family p
All poor, | reckon. think | won't own
him any more. III cut bis acquaiutan>
ce. I've had that notion for about ten
wears, and always bate to do it, for fear
of hurting his feeling. I'll do it now
think liquors iDjurIn' meta sPoilin'
my temper.
Sometimes I get mad, when Tn drunk
and abuse Bet and the brats it used to
be Lizzie and the chiEdren-that's some
time ago. Id come home O evenins
she used to put her arms round my neck
and kiss me, and call me her dear VIII
liam. When come home now, she
takes her pipe out Of her mouth and her
hair out Of her eyess and says somethin'
Like-"biIl, YOU drunken brute, shut the
door after you; we're cold enough, havln'
no FIRE, 'thout Iettin' the snow blow in
that way Yes she's Bet and I'm Bill
now. / ant good Bill, nurther' think
I'm counterfeit, won't pass-a tavern
withou. goin' in and getten' drunk
Don't know what bank I'm on. Last
Saturday | was on the river bank
drunk.
stay out pretty late; no sometime
I'm out ali night 5; fact is am out pretty
well ali oger-out of friends, out ofpoekei
out at elbows and knees, and always out
rageously dirty-so Bet says; ba, then
she's no judge, for she's always dirty
herself. | wonder why she doesn't veal
good clothes: may be she hasn't got ell
whose faults that a-tain't mine-musi
be whisky's
Sometimes I'm in however; Ina in
toxicated now, aud in somebody's Goa
cellar. There's one principle I've got
won't get in debt; never could do it
There one of my coat tails is gone-go
tore off, expect, when | fell in here
I'll be hayin' to get new suit soon. A
fellow told me, t'other day, that Il
make good sign fnr a paper mill !
he wasn't SO big, Id kikt him. I've hat
this shirt on nine days, and I'm afraid /
wont come off 'thout tearin'. People
ought to respect me noren they do, 10
I'm in holy orders. ] ant dandy, thougt
/ look in pretty near Greaselan style
guess tore this window shutter III my
pants 'tother night, when | sat down II
the wax III Ben Riggs shop; LII hav'
to get it mended or-l'll catch cold,
ant very stout as 1t IS. AS tne ool says
| I'm as fat as a match, and as healthy a
healthy as the smallpox. My best ba
has been standing guard at window
pane that went out 'thother morning a
the invitation of brckbat. It's getten
cold down here; wonder if + ant abi
to climb. If had drink, could th'nI
better. Let's see !; | Ant got three cent
| if was in a tavern, | could sponge one
Whenever anybody treats and say
"come fellows" always think my nam
is 'feIows," and I've got too good man
ners to re fuse. Well, must leave tins
or they'll arrest me for burglary. an
come to that yet. Anyhow it was th
wheelbarow did the harm-not me.