I had a dream. This writing is based on that dream. Note, the mentally insane person I have called Herbert Billings, and his "gentleman" aquaintance David Newell. I've also left an explanation of the events outside of Herberts mind.
John Belushi was a great man. Not only was he the funniest comedian around, he was the funniest comedian ever. He won many awards for his work. I remember watching it all on TV. Unfortunately, in 1982, despite being invincible, he succumbed to his greatest weakness, alcohol. He was stumbling drunk, right into traffic, on the Las Vegas strip. He was hit by a truck, the very truck I'm driving. I bought it out of memory for him, which is also why I'm living in Los Angeles. His death is also the reason I quit drinking, and why I smoke so much. Trade one vice for another, I say. At least I'm clear minded when smoking.
I told you that story to tell you this one. It was an evening on the highway, when I found a mean old cougar. As a varmint disposer, it was my job to take it down. It was also during this time that a gentleman walking on the highway found me fighting the cougar. The gentleman wanted to help, but I thought it too dangerous for someone not a varmint disposer to take on the cougar. I took out my rifle and shot the cougar, but for some reason it wouldn't go down, but then I remember a statement made by John Belushi: "I fought a cougar once. As I was invincible, it too was. On these grounds, I decided he wasn't worth it to take a divine creature as my trophy. I let it live."
He let the cougar live, so did I. I didn't want to struggle killing an invincible creature, but the gentleman insisted that he do so, but I convinced him it was not worth it. I offered him a ride into the city, and he took the offer up.
As we were on the highway, I offered him a smoke. At first, he lit up and started puffing, but then he declared that he never smoked, and through a perfectly good cigarette out the window. His loss, it was better than drinking.
In reality, John Belushi was not at all invincible, or divine. It can be argued that alcohol is anyones weakness, but John Belushi was not hit by a truck while he was stumbling drunk into traffic. Rather, he was found dead speedballing, an injection of both cocaine and heroine.
Herbert Billings is not right in the head. He was 24 when John Belushi died, making him born in 1958. In 1990, Billings suffered partial memory loss, but remembered the name John Belushi. He did not know him well, and started attributing his fictional dreams of Belushi to real life. Because of this, Herbert has looked upon John Belushi as a sort of messiah.
Herbert used to be a heavy drinker, but after dreaming up fictional exploits of John Belushi, attributing his death to drinking, he became a heavy smoker. The truck driven by Herbert is actually a family vehicle he inherited, a 1939 Ford pick-up.
Herbert being a "varmint disposer" is also completely made up. Because of his mental problems, he is supported by government checks every month. His younger brother takes care of him, cashing his government checks, and brining home dinner. He supports the household by working as a glass installer.
The cougar, however, is very real. Fortunately for everyone else, the cougar was hit by a car on the highway at night, making it too weak to defend itself and its cubs, but strong enough to roar at anything that seemed a threat. It died two days later from its wounds, and her cubs killed off by stray dogs. The only reason the cougar seemed invincible to Herbert was because he kept missing his shots, aiming upward. David Newell, the gentleman, decided it was not worth killing off a weakened cougar, leaving it to die on its own. It was on Newell's conscious later in the day that mercy killing it would have been best, and killing the cubs will have rid the dangers of wild animals in populated areas, a rising problem as the fear of humans has dwindled.