I ain't been outside of Hillywood fer five years. People can come in and visit but I cannot go out. I am a prisoner inside my own home. But I ain't bitchin' about it. I have two acres to run around on.
I have a cook named Cooky. He prepares my food and cleans the joint. My parents pay him a salary. He is my butler, too. And my bodyguard. Cooky is six foot, six and weighs 320 pounds. Solid like a rock! Cooky has his own part of the cabin. He is right here if I need him. But he ain't gonna allow me to escape. My parents pay his salary. But I like ole Cooky. He is a deaf mute. Cooky keeps to himself and goes out after the food. The weekends he is away relaxing and doing whatever he does. I get carryout food delivered. Or, Cuzzin Willy goes to town and gets it. Willy stays with me on weekends.
Cuzzin Willy Moon is my first cuzzin. He brings me booze, cigars and women when ever I want. Willy also is on salary to my parents. But Willy and me are like brothers. We grew up together and are buddies. Willy will never report anything negative about me to the family. He is loyal to me. We party all weekend.
Once a week, Doc Shrink comes by and checks on me. We have a long talk. I bullshit as much as I can.