Buster Blankenship Has Things To Say And He Is Going To Say Them

Okay. OKAY! Buster needs a moment. Just one moment. The arena lights are doing the thing to my hair again and I cannot -- I will NOT let that distract me right now because I have BUSINESS to attend to and Momma always said a man handles his business, except she said it to the mailman, not to me, but I was LISTENING!

The Ghost of Death By Me. That is your name and I did not make it up and I am already a little scared of it, I will be honest! You said I am a "human zoo" and that you watch me in a "fascinating" way and -- okay that is ALMOST a compliment and I felt warm about it for two entire seconds, but then I remembered: Buster Blankenship does not live in a zoo! I live in a house! My mother's house! WHICH I AM LEAVING SOON! You called me fascinating and now I cannot stop thinking about you and I am upset that I cannot stop thinking about you and I am sorry I said that out loud!

You want to observe me? Fine. Come stand in the squared place and observe me from three feet away when I am doing the ending part right to your chest! I once mapped every square inch of my backyard by moonlight using only a protractor and a juice box! I am NOT afraid of you! ...I am a little afraid of you. Please do not tell Momma I said that.

I apologize for apologizing. I am done apologizing. Buster is DONE!

The Ghost of Death By Me -- you said something worth respecting buried inside all those words, and I think maybe, possibly, we could -- no. No! You called me a zoo exhibit! The birds I identify by their feet have more dignity than that! You get one chance to come see me up close, and then the zoo bites back.