After It Happened, Our Driver Said, ‘I’ma Fix Y’all Some Real Good Meat, That’s For Dayum Sure.’

My friend asked if I wanted to come to an alligator farm and I said yes. We went to the farm. His dad drove us. We stayed at some hotel next to the highway. It had a pool. We swam in the pool. I was pretty excited because I hadn’t stayed in many hotels before. The next day, we drove four-wheel drives. There was a barbeque. Also a river. We went on boats down the river. Our driver wore a bandana and kept saying, ‘You bet your sweet ass,’ when someone asked him a question. I remember putting my hand in the water because I wanted to feel it, and my friend said, ‘Are you retarded?’ We pulled up to one of the traps. There was an alligator in the trap. Someone said, ‘Whoa, that’s a big one,’ and our driver said, ‘You bet your sweet ass.’ Our driver shot the alligator four times in the head and kept yelling, ‘YEW!’ every time the alligator didn’t die. My friend didn’t seem worried. He kept slapping his calves and saying, ‘Dayum mosquitoes.’