Ronnie's Booger Story

Ronnie:
We lived in a little room, man. It was, it was probably a fourth as big as, as
your livin' room, Frank. (cough) And uh, everytime we picked a booger we’d
flip it on this one winduh, or wipe it there if we couldn’t flip it there,
y’know.
And uh, I guess Dwight stayed with me for about…'bout seven months,
wasn’t it? Six months? And uh, every night we’d contribute, y’know, two or
three or four boogers, y’know. And when he left, uh my mom knew what
was goin' on all the time but we thought we had her hoodwinked. Y’see, she
was smarter than we, what, than what we were. An' she made us clean 'em
off, y’know? We used Ajax and we couldn’t get them things… we had to use
a… had to use a putty knife, man, to get them damn things off the winduh.
You couldn’t even see out the winduh with all them boogers, man. I’m not
kiddin' you (sniff). An' it was big ones too, an little, and there was some
goober ones that weren’t even hard man, you’d just smear 'em, young ones.
It’s like fro-you've seen frosted glasses. That wind
uh was just like a frosted glass with spots all over it, y’know? And uh, (sniff)
it was- it was no good. Although, th-that was the good ol' days, though.