August

August was a peculiar little boy. He was never in a hurry unless everyone else wasn’t. If he was suppose to finish a job at a certain time you better tell him well in advance. Then, cross your fingers and say a prayer that he gets around to it. Now, if you felt that something wasn’t that important, but he did. Whoa Nelly! You better brace yourself for a tongue lashing like you never seen before. That boy had a temper on him. He had a saying when you wanted something done that only he could do. You would come to him and all he would say is, “That’s a shame.”

That could be why they shot him one night. Rumor has it he looked down at the gaping wound in his chest and said, “Well, ain’t that a shame.”