Memories of Petey. If only you were here.

You wouldn't really say Petey had a trademark, but if you were to say that he did, it would probably be that hat he always wore. It was tough to say what kind of a hat it was. When you first set eyes on it you'd say it was a cowboy hat, but then you'd probably take it back, and much later even laugh at your naive first impression. You see, the hat was big alright, and it sure had a wide brim, but that's where the similarities ended. The right side of the brim stuck up, tight to the cap like an outback hat. And since the brim was so wide around, in order to make the one side stick up like that, the cap had to be a good foot tall like a ten-gallon hat.

Petey made a lot of "special modifications" to that hat of his. I remember after he first got it he ran right up to his room in his foster parent's barn and glued little tassles all around it like on a sombrero and that night after the four of us finished a bottle of gin in Old Man Garnum's west field he jumped on a cow and screamed, "I'm a fucking mexican! Look at me!" We had to coax him down with cigarettes before Old Man Garnum came out with his legendary shotgun. Petey also liked putting stickers on it, really any stickers that he found he'd slap on that hat, especially bumper stickers. Horn not working, watch for finger was his favorite, and that went on the front.

The hat became a big problem later on when the four of us went out in the pickup truck, because he needed so much head space sitting in the cab. He'd always have a window seat, but because he never drove he sat on the far right, and the left side of the hat, the brim side, would stick out towards the rest of us and we'd all have to lean way over. I couldn't even count the number of times we almost killed ourselves on account of that goddamn hat. In Memory of Petey
[Dave]
Time:8:38 PM

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