The Wisdom Of Broken Dick (short story)
Posted: July 14th, 2005, 8:21 pm
This story incorporates southern euphemism created from the dark but humorous, and sometimes downright naughty, mind of iblieve. It takes place somewhere in the south around 1969 and I am turning it into a novel when time permits.
The Wisdom Of Broken Dick
In the south they have a saying for everything. If the sun was shining, and it sprinkled, the devil was beaten his wife, or God was crying. As a young boy this got me to thinking God might not be crying, so I’d run to the house incase he’d decided to take a leak. Never knew what God’s piss might do to a little boy.
I once knew a man they all called Broken Dick, and as I got older I became real curious as to why they called them that when his real name was Henry. So one day I asked him, “Why they call you Broken Dick, is it broken?” Being twelve, I figured this might be the reason he wasn’t married.
His face turned red and he spat out one of them southern euphemisms that to this day makes no goddamn sense. “You can beat a dead horse, boy, but all ya gonna get is cum on ya hands. Don’t be asking things that ain’t none of ya business.”
I pondered hard about why they called him Broken Dick, it seemed to be working quite well from all the times I seen him coming from the Widow Ezypiece’s house.
One day we was walking home from the general store with an R C Cola and a moon pie, after fixin’ my Uncle’s fence. As we walked by Widow Ezypiece’s house she came to the front door, leaned out with her tits floppin’ around like two sheets a blowin’ in the wind. “Hey Broken Dick, when ya get time, come here. I’s got a busted pipe that needs fixin’. Now this made little sense because she didn’t have in-door plumbing.
What he said next made even less sense, but as I grew older I kind a figure this one out. “You can lead a blind horse to water ifn’ you grab him by the dick.” After saying this, he lit out for the Widow’s house like a rooster chasing a hen.
Broken Dick was full of wisdom in a humorous sort of way. He once asked a man who was having problems with his wife, “Now, tell me why’s a woman on the rag different from used toilet paper?”
The man scratched his head and said, “I dun’t no, B. D. You tell me.”
Oh Broken Dick leaned back, grinned, and said, “After three days you can use the woman agin’ so give her time to settle down and then go back home. She’s a good woman cept for those three days a month.”
He was once told to get a job, and asked why he just sat around, did odd jobs, and never tried to make a decent living? You guessed it another Broken Dick euphemism that made no sense to anyone but him. In a serious tone, he spat out, “Now if you feed a horse enough hay he’ll shit you a house, but would you want to live in it.” In the same conversation this man pissed ol’ Broken Dick off, and he told him, “I think you need to go home and shave your ass cause you got a wild hair stuck up it some where, and don’t need to be telling me how to live my life.
Now old Broken Dick loved to tell tall tales, he was braggin’ with the boys one day and was telling them, “You know the old sayin’ you wave a red flag at a bull and he’ll charge ya, well I was standin’ in a field one day and Ol’ Mr. Turner’s big Brahma bull, ya all knows him, the big mean un. Well I was out there and had to take a piss. When that bull seen the size of my dick he snorted three times, turned as red as a poker in hell and came chargin’ at me. I tell you nothing makes a bull madder than to come out second place in a pissin’ contest. Why the bull didn’t even try aftern’ he seen my dick. shit who could blame him.”
This must have been what attracted the widow Ezpiece, I thought to myself
Late one afternoon broken Dick and I had just finished fixin’ the fence for Ma when the widow called out to him. “Hey you got time to come in and help me out.”
Not now wida, I’m plumb wore out. Been workin’ out in the heat the last hour.
Widow Ezypiece told him that if he was half a man he’d come in and help her fix the pipes, Now from my recollection this was the third time that day.
Broken Dick looked at her and ask “Widow what do ya get when you ride a mule with a hard dick?
Widow looked all fluster before answering, “ I have no idea, and don’t use that kind of language in front of that there boy.”
“He’s heard worse. Ya get a plowed field ifn’ you ride him where the work is. Now I ride you so damn much you ought ta have bed sores by now.
The widow didn’t offer a reply, throwing her head back, and huffing off.
Broken Dick said with a smile, as he jumped the fence to her house, “If the pussy fits wear it.”
I was beginning to wonder if he wasn’t going to wear it out the way they’d been going at it all day.
The years passed, Broken Dick and the Widow Ezypiece kept up their relationship, though they never did get married. In 1974, when I was about sixteen, Broken Dick had a heart attack whilst fixing the plumbing in the widow’s bedroom. They said he had the damnest smile you’d ever seen when they carried him out.
I remember the eulogy Preacher Jenkins gave all about what a fair and honest man he was, and this was the truth. The funny part bout the sermon was, he never referred to him as Broken Dick, but called him Henry. When it came to the next of kin there were none since his mom and dad had died years before. Then the preacher explained that the lord had never blessed him with children because of a bicycle accident he’d had as a young man. In that instant, the name Broken Dick became a nasty words that soured my tongue. Southern people can be so damn mean sometimes, but Henry never complained. I guess he was just too damn nice.
Old Broken Dick did influence me and to this day I am bad about making up my own little sayings or euphemism, like this one.
Ifn' you kiss a horse's ass enough time it'll eventually shit on ya.
iblieve
The Wisdom Of Broken Dick
In the south they have a saying for everything. If the sun was shining, and it sprinkled, the devil was beaten his wife, or God was crying. As a young boy this got me to thinking God might not be crying, so I’d run to the house incase he’d decided to take a leak. Never knew what God’s piss might do to a little boy.
I once knew a man they all called Broken Dick, and as I got older I became real curious as to why they called them that when his real name was Henry. So one day I asked him, “Why they call you Broken Dick, is it broken?” Being twelve, I figured this might be the reason he wasn’t married.
His face turned red and he spat out one of them southern euphemisms that to this day makes no goddamn sense. “You can beat a dead horse, boy, but all ya gonna get is cum on ya hands. Don’t be asking things that ain’t none of ya business.”
I pondered hard about why they called him Broken Dick, it seemed to be working quite well from all the times I seen him coming from the Widow Ezypiece’s house.
One day we was walking home from the general store with an R C Cola and a moon pie, after fixin’ my Uncle’s fence. As we walked by Widow Ezypiece’s house she came to the front door, leaned out with her tits floppin’ around like two sheets a blowin’ in the wind. “Hey Broken Dick, when ya get time, come here. I’s got a busted pipe that needs fixin’. Now this made little sense because she didn’t have in-door plumbing.
What he said next made even less sense, but as I grew older I kind a figure this one out. “You can lead a blind horse to water ifn’ you grab him by the dick.” After saying this, he lit out for the Widow’s house like a rooster chasing a hen.
Broken Dick was full of wisdom in a humorous sort of way. He once asked a man who was having problems with his wife, “Now, tell me why’s a woman on the rag different from used toilet paper?”
The man scratched his head and said, “I dun’t no, B. D. You tell me.”
Oh Broken Dick leaned back, grinned, and said, “After three days you can use the woman agin’ so give her time to settle down and then go back home. She’s a good woman cept for those three days a month.”
He was once told to get a job, and asked why he just sat around, did odd jobs, and never tried to make a decent living? You guessed it another Broken Dick euphemism that made no sense to anyone but him. In a serious tone, he spat out, “Now if you feed a horse enough hay he’ll shit you a house, but would you want to live in it.” In the same conversation this man pissed ol’ Broken Dick off, and he told him, “I think you need to go home and shave your ass cause you got a wild hair stuck up it some where, and don’t need to be telling me how to live my life.
Now old Broken Dick loved to tell tall tales, he was braggin’ with the boys one day and was telling them, “You know the old sayin’ you wave a red flag at a bull and he’ll charge ya, well I was standin’ in a field one day and Ol’ Mr. Turner’s big Brahma bull, ya all knows him, the big mean un. Well I was out there and had to take a piss. When that bull seen the size of my dick he snorted three times, turned as red as a poker in hell and came chargin’ at me. I tell you nothing makes a bull madder than to come out second place in a pissin’ contest. Why the bull didn’t even try aftern’ he seen my dick. shit who could blame him.”
This must have been what attracted the widow Ezpiece, I thought to myself
Late one afternoon broken Dick and I had just finished fixin’ the fence for Ma when the widow called out to him. “Hey you got time to come in and help me out.”
Not now wida, I’m plumb wore out. Been workin’ out in the heat the last hour.
Widow Ezypiece told him that if he was half a man he’d come in and help her fix the pipes, Now from my recollection this was the third time that day.
Broken Dick looked at her and ask “Widow what do ya get when you ride a mule with a hard dick?
Widow looked all fluster before answering, “ I have no idea, and don’t use that kind of language in front of that there boy.”
“He’s heard worse. Ya get a plowed field ifn’ you ride him where the work is. Now I ride you so damn much you ought ta have bed sores by now.
The widow didn’t offer a reply, throwing her head back, and huffing off.
Broken Dick said with a smile, as he jumped the fence to her house, “If the pussy fits wear it.”
I was beginning to wonder if he wasn’t going to wear it out the way they’d been going at it all day.
The years passed, Broken Dick and the Widow Ezypiece kept up their relationship, though they never did get married. In 1974, when I was about sixteen, Broken Dick had a heart attack whilst fixing the plumbing in the widow’s bedroom. They said he had the damnest smile you’d ever seen when they carried him out.
I remember the eulogy Preacher Jenkins gave all about what a fair and honest man he was, and this was the truth. The funny part bout the sermon was, he never referred to him as Broken Dick, but called him Henry. When it came to the next of kin there were none since his mom and dad had died years before. Then the preacher explained that the lord had never blessed him with children because of a bicycle accident he’d had as a young man. In that instant, the name Broken Dick became a nasty words that soured my tongue. Southern people can be so damn mean sometimes, but Henry never complained. I guess he was just too damn nice.
Old Broken Dick did influence me and to this day I am bad about making up my own little sayings or euphemism, like this one.
Ifn' you kiss a horse's ass enough time it'll eventually shit on ya.
iblieve