Sarge Taught Me Part 1 - POW-TOC#3 - Challenge

Transcript of Interview of Jackson Lewis Black 

August 14, 2008 - Corona City Police Department

Detective Annie Shackly conducting the interview.

Detective Wlliam Hardesty witnessing

Please state your name, for the record.

My name is Jack Black, no relation. I live in a ramshackle, rundown shack out in the backwoods, the backwaters of nowhere. I have a packsack, a rucksack, to carry my stuff. No trackin' me through the woods, nor town. I'm the wind, you'll hear no clackety clack, in sunshine or black. 

Thank you. Please just answer the question Mr. Black. Do you know Johnny Saxon, also known as Sad Sack?

Sister, don't take that tack with me. You got a nice rack, nice slacks, but that don't hack no ice with me. You're a cop. These shackles won't hold if you attack! I'll do a backflip. I'm a mountain man, a backpacker. I won't take off my mackinaw, nor give you my mackerel. You'll look in my back yard or background, or up my backside, you'll see, no mackerel there. Sarge taught me.

Yeah, I know Sad Sack. He's no friend of mine. Be nice or there will be paybacks. I'm no mossback; I'm a young buck. Did I take you aback? Yeah, I've lived in the backcountry, can't stand backtalk. So play nice. Sarge taught me.

Did you have an argument with Mr. Saxon last night on Meridian Street?

Yeah, I saw him on the street last night. He back talked me about money he owed me. I needs my money, I tell him. He said no money for you old backwoods hack. That's what he called me, a hack! Wrong tack to take with me. I pushed him down on a crack; he got skinned up some, that's all. Then he offered me a big backdated check. Ha! As if I trusted him. He said he had a backer. Wanted my backwoods mansion. But I know he's a liar.

Mr. Black did you see Mr Saxon after your argument?

Yeah, he had my fiver. Sad Sack wanted to see my blackbird collection, I said OK. On the trail to my house, he hit me with a sack of rocks. When I backed away he said his backhoe backer would smash my house. He's a backbiter, backstabber, no backbone at all. Sarge taught me.

Wow! Did you hear that backfire? Sad Sack crumpled like a brown paper sack. I put backspin on it, got out fast. Sarge taught me. 

Do you know what time that was Mr. Black?

Almost black. I hid behind the backsplash. I heard the backer. He broke all my blackbirds. More backfires, ack ack guns. I hid, fingers in my ears. Sarge taught me.

That will be all, Mr. Black. I'll have this officer to get you a meal and a place to stay for tonight. Thank you for your help.

Ok. Don't let the ack ack guns get you, Sister. They're everywhere. I'm lucky. They missed me. Sarge taught me.

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