I have one horse farmer who don't mind that gi-****ing-hugic elm all tied together with cable leaning all over the historic farmhouse. She calls from time to time for some small time fence clearing. Think she would do something about the dead pin oak on her rental property? No way baby. That's gonna stay like that til it kills somebody while her husband fights the white collars in New York. She is a " Horse Widow".
Now that tough hot lady in that huge mansion, well, I like her. She is hot and I am pretty sure was looking for some company. Another " Horse Widow". Who knows where her husband is; Big time lawyer who I guess is tired of munching that rug and off running game on who knows who or what. She don't complain on the price, in fact she is usually surprised I don't charge more. She keeps her **** clean and tidy , no hag or whoring for her.
I got these two sisters who hate each other but still live on daddy's old horse farm without a nickel between them except for the finer things of which I have little idea. They call just so I can write a proposal so they can fight about who gets the money from the trust but I have never actually worked there, well just my nerves, but nothing gets done til the hired hands are forced to go above and beyond if you catch my drift. I think I saw some kid on a ladder with a 44 over there. I think it was the son of one of them but I don't know who would get close enough to impregnate either of those psychos I really don't. Maybe its the spawn of some wacked out sadism ****, I don't know, I don't want to know and I am surely never going back there ever again.
I guess its the same: a person tries to beat money out of horses, a person tries to beat money out of tree work. Me? I had my red wings since I was 11 years old so I am not to surprised at anything but I really think I should have bought a godamned frozen yogurt stand.