Chelveston: CW CWAAA, CW CW CW?
Bano: I don’t have an exact date birdy boy. But it was in the back of my dad’s milk truck, summer of ’59. He was running milk out of Kansas City back then. Mom just pulled me out and handed dad another bottle to deliver. She was one tough broad.
Chelveston: CWA CW CWAA, CW CW Boston?
Bano: I-70 East to I-95 North to Bos...
Chelveston: CWA CWA CWA!!
Bano: Wait not the route? Oh how’d I “get there” as in how Bano got here. I dig it. Well when I was sixteenish my dad drove on those roads I mentioned and when he got to Faneuil Market in Boston he got in an accident. He and my mom were killed instantly. I was thrown from the truck and landed in a basket filled with balloon animals. Didn’t get a scratch on me.
Chelveston: CW “balloon animals”?
Bano: Ya birdy, balloon animals. This cat had a stand at the market twisting balloon animals for the kids. I landed in his basket of balloons, and a full bottle of milk hit him on the head and killed him instantly, just like mammy and pappy.
Chelveston: CWA CWA CWAAA CW?
Bano: That was harsh man. But what’s a poor boy to do? I just took up twisting balloon animals for the next forty years. I met a real cutey during that time, got married, won the lotto, got divorced, got busted running illegal balloon animals out of my stand, and landed here at the correctional facility.
Chelveston: CWA CWA CW! CW CWAAA.
Bano: I guess I’ll just keep on twisting up animals. Oddly enough Chelv, the ruffians here seem to take to them like pets.
Chelveston: CWA CW CWA, CW CW CWAAA?
Bano: Thank you birdy boy. Here, I made one just for you. And no, I don’t play the trombone.