The Crazy Cowboy of San Antonia
The myth of the Crazy Cowboy goes back to the 1850's back in good old San Antonia, yes, Antonia. Crazy Cowboy was mixed up with all kinds of folks: Los Banditos del Commotion, The David Jay Gang, and the town of San Antonia itself. He found himself staring down the barrel of guns too often, and it would not be before a whole heap of trouble before he would finally settle himself down. People believed he had the heart of a horse put in him when he in Mexico, because he was able to keep away death than anyone they had ever heard of.
His story really begins 26 years earlier in New York City, Missouri. He was born to a family of 4 sisters and he was the only son. His father was a farmer and his mother and four sisters made quilts. He was left to try to keep up with his father who had a strict work ethic that Crazy hated. Of course, his name was not Crazy Cowboy to begin with. He got that nickname first by the local boys who would always see him going wild on horses, acting like he was in a rodeo or trying to get away after robbing a bank. These were frontier times, and after a while the soil turned bad, and his family picked up and moved West.
On the way West, they encountered a heap of Indians who decided it was best to kill them all, except Crazy, who was out picking roots for the dinner when the Indians came about. Crazy came back to find his family missing and he concluded that they left without him, so he followed some tracks he could find, and eventually found his way to San Antonia, but when he got there, his parents weren't there. Crazy spent his time running papers all around town for the Printer Horace. After two years, he died, and left Crazy the business. That would have been fine if he had also not left Crazy the debt. The bank foreclosed on the printing business, and Crazy went sad over the whole situation. He tried to find work, but nobody wanted his bad luck looming around their shops. He left San Antonia and wandered south through the dry, arid, sun drenched desert, looking for a future.
Comments
You fucking stole my post for today!
But this is excellent, quite excellent.
Posted by: DHI | March 21, 2004 01:00 PM
I actually stole it? Like, you were going to write something similar?
Posted by: dcohen | March 21, 2004 03:33 PM
Not similar, same subject though.
Mine wouldn't have been any good though, you saved me time writing it up.
Posted by: DHI | March 21, 2004 05:25 PM
Reading this story played out brings a tear to my eye. However, that is because this is the story of my BROTHER. I, Cobayoloco, am the Crazy Guinea Pig, and the lost brother of the legend you speak of. I am his namesake, having obtained his name in honor, and I use the CORRECT definition of it. What a bastard, defiling the spanish language by calling himself a crazy cowboy. But alas, what a life lived. His horse hooves are now in my posession, and can be bought on Ebay(contact me at crazyguineapig@crazycowboy.net).
Posted by: cobayoloco | March 21, 2004 06:37 PM
the spanish language was fucked anyway.
Posted by: DHI | March 21, 2004 07:19 PM
well, see the thing is, is that the Crazy Cowboy that is discussed here is American, but through his travels he took on a Mexican presona. read more from the next installment of the "San Antonia Chronicles."
Posted by: dcohen | March 21, 2004 10:02 PM