A NY writer has a serious case of writer's block and Too Many Distractions in the city so, on a friend's advice, finds a little cabin in the middle of nowhere in Appalachia and settles in to do some writing. And sure enough, with absolutely NO people around, he gets an amazing amount of work done. The only human contact he's had for 6 weeks is when he takes the 8 mile walk down the mountain to the only gen'ral store in the "holler".
But one afternoon, there's a knock on the door and lo and behold there's a gentleman of the hills come a'callin'.
Says Mr. Hill William " Wayull, since I reckon yer here for a spell, I might as well be neighborly. If y'all ain't doing nothing come the evening, why dontcha come on over to my place fer a shindig?"
To which Mr. New York Writer responds " Thanks, I'm really ahead on the work I'm doing and I could use a break. What time should I come by?"
HW - Wayull, anytime after sundown would be alright, I reckon. I gots to warn ya though, may be some drankin' going on.
NYW - Hey, no worries. I'm a writer, that's what we DO.
HW - Alright then. But with all that drinkin', liable there's to be some fightin' too.
NYW - I was a Golden Gloved middleweight in college, I think I can hold my own.
HW - Alrighty then. But when it starts gettin' late there may be some f***in' goiin' on.
NYW - Well, it HAS been a little lonely up here. I think I'm OK with that.
HW - Shore nuff! Wayull, I'll see ya a little later then.
NYW - Hey, before you go; I've never been to a party in this neck of the woods before, what should I wear?
HW - Oh it don't matter much, just gone be you and me....
