Oh my God, I couldn't believe it myself. But it's true.
Me and Gus were just rocking in his cool rocking chairs on the porch tonight, when I happened to mention OCCOM Bill's style of debate--how tenacious he was, kind of like a vicious dog. I looked over at Gus, and he burst out laughing.
"That's because he
is a dog, you dumb jackass!" He finally stopped laughing and told me how ol' Bill used to sit next to him for hours staring at the computer screen while Gus would type away . . . "I knew this dog was a lot smarter 'n he looks, but who knew he could learn to read and write english . . .
and how to type! Come on, I'll show you!"
With that he led me into the shack and down to his surprisingly well-furnished basement office.
Kick, meet OCCOM Bill."