Wayne Bisset Writer & Photographer

Telephones & Guns

Back in the 80's I was visiting a friend, we were in grade school together, I met him when I was 5 years old. He was smoking something they called a White Pipe, I was drinking whiskey, my drug of choice in those years. My wife to be was with me and talking in the kitchen with his wife to be. The phone in the lounge starts ringing. My friend yells at his girl to answer it, short argument starts about who should get the phone. My friend ended it by pulling out his gun and shooting the phone. I thought, "Fair enough, that solves that problem, now I can carry on drinking in peace." The woman were all upset and my girl refused to ever visit that particular friend again. She still married me though, why I shall never know. WVB