Oliver helped Rico unload the "statue" of Chad on a makeshift wooden deck next to an old aluminum trailer. Chad had heard Rico lived in a trailer on the outskirts of town, but this was like out of a movie. Some of the windows in the trailer were covered with yellowed newspaper. Laundry hung from a rope strung between two trees. He could hear the brook running behind him, and felt certain that it was where got his water for laundry, bathing and drinking.
"Hey, Oll, lemme get you a beer. Thanks for helping with this," Rico said.
"You're a fucking artist, Rico. Some day I will tell folks that I knew the great artist back when," Oliver gushed.
Chad was incensed. Rico hadn't created him. He just turned him into a statue. He didn't realize how slow his thought process was now. Oliver handed Rico the now empty beer bottle. He had missed the conversation while he was thinking.
"So you're going to plumb the statue? Cool, you'll have to invite me over to see Chad as functional art," Oll said slurring his words a bit.
Plumb him? He wasn't about to let Rico run copper pipe through his body to make Chad into a pissing statue. He was going to- fuck, he was a hollow statue. He couldn't do anything.
The next morning, Rico woke Chad whistling as he fussed about with tubing and power tools. No?