My name is mud, but call me Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie.
Thats long for mud so Ive been told.
Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold.
Ive got my pride, I drink my wine.
Id drink the finest except I haven't earned a dime in several months.
Or were it years.
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears.
We had our words, a common spat.
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat.
My name is mud.
