A Day in the Life of Billy Hill


My diary entry is about a redneck called Billy Hill. Why did I choose to write about rednecks? The first thing that came to my mind when we started talking about the U.S, was an old hillbilly cracker playing a banjo on a porch of an old wooden house. Particularly, what appeals to me in the redneck stereotype, is the freedom of living in the countryside, having a fishing/hunting trip every weekend and just the feeling of small town bars and restaurants. I chose to write in  a very modern era, the year 2008, because of the election. However I feel as if the redneck culture and stereotype has largely stayed the same throughout the last few decades, so there is really not much need to depict a certain era, though I briefly did because it was required for the diary entry.

12 July 2008 ; 04:30

Finally, the weekend! A day off work is just what I need right now. There’s no better way to wake up on a summer morning than to hear the roosters crowing outside. Usually, since it is my day off, I would have fallen back to sleep and kept on lying there ‘till the afternoon. But we, southerners, are hard-working people and even on our day off, we get more work done in the evening than an average yankee would during the whole day at work. They’re just as useless as tits on a bull when it comes to farming, the only thing those high cotton folk are good at is counting those dang numbers and be all gussied up all the time. I think they are just a tad too big for their britches.

Anyway, I just woke Wendy up and she’s making me some food for later. The fried potaters and pork she makes are just granny-slappin’ good. I reckon I don’t have much time, since I want to take a hunting trip later as well, maybe even take my boy with me, teach him how to shoot.

I’m really excited about the fishing trip though. Every salmon I caught the last time looked as if they had fallen out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. They were tiny, ugly little basterds. I have a good feeling about today though, I feel as if my bad luck has come to an end. The weather’s looking nice, my row-boat is already waiting for me down by the river and my 1979 pickup is desperately waiting for me to drive it.

Gosh, I spent a lot of time writing this, I better get going. I hope I won’t forget to get some beer on the way back.

12 July 2008 ; 15:21


Well I’ll be a monkeys uncle! I thought it would go well today, but not that well! Lake Doland really did have a surprise for me today. I got salmon, lots of salmon. One of them weighs nearly 25 pounds. I guess those snobby fish had nothing on me this time.

I went by the store after the trip and allowed myself for a treat. I bought some beer and a new pack of tobacco. I had a chew of it immediately and just sat in the truck, having a beer and just enjoying myself, when I saw Joe and his gang walk by.

Joe is very ornery, tough to get along with. He is a man of rough talk but little action. He is a democrat, and well, it is obvious that he is going to vote for Obama in the upcoming election. I get exactly why he is a democrat. Most of them are lazy, poor and do everything to get the country to pay for stuff for them. You see, the democrats, they want to take money from the hard-working people like ourselves, and give them to the poor who are too lazy to work. I have no problem giving my money away, I do this every Sunday to God and to the people who really need help, but I don’t fancy giving it to people who have no pride and no honesty.

Wasn’t it some president who said: “Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.” I say love your country like you love your family, and treat it the same.

Anyway, I think I will cancel the hunting trip today, my gut tells me there ain’t a lot of meat to shoot in the forest today. It’s a shame though, who knows how much longer we can even hold a gun in our hands if the Democrats manage to get to power.

OK, Wendy just called me to eat. I guess I’ll watch some TV after that and then head out to town, maybe step through a honky-tonk bar. I hope there’s a good band today, because the foreigners who were on stage yesterday couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.

12 July 2008 ; 23:55

Good gracious! Tonight is the most bizarre time I have had in a long time. I think it got a bit out of hand with drinks, I just hope I won’t regret anything I write here later. Well how can I? I’m the only, absolutely the only person who ever needs to get in or around my diary. Okay, where should I start? Oh yeah, I went to the honky-tonk and there was some darn good band playing Lynyrd Skynyrd songs. Everyone was drunk and having a damn good time.

There were some sweet talkin’ ladies in the front row and some yankees trying to have their way with them. I spotted Joe, the Democrat, among them. It all went so fast, and I was three-fourths drunk by then as well, but apparently there was a big, strong woman standing beside me, who looked as though she had been hit with the ugly stick. I don’t know why, but she knew Joe as well and immediately ran towards him and took him down. A fight followed and Joe continued to take a beating. It was only broken up when the bartender fired off a shot from his gun. The music stopped, and I felt like I had taken one drink too many already, so I left.

Phew! I feel tired, I should go to sleep now. I hope I don’t have a hangover in the morning, but then again, there’s nothing a good cold beer cannot fix!

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