Heart of Stone

Grampa Jango had a Heart of stone.
When the neighborhood kids saw him walking down the street they would run in fear. Everyone knew he meant business... He was a no joke kind of guy, from the wrong side of the tracks.

Stories began to circulate that he killed homeless people for fun. Others talked about him dancing a two step jig, over his fathers grave.
Some people say he would drink a gallon of whiskey everyday before noon, then paint his face black and burn tires in his back yard. You could smell the burnt rubber all over town.

On Sundays he would chant satanic verse out side of St. Mary's Church on Main Street.
One time I saw him feed his pet rat a bag of crack - then once the rat died, he deep fried it and had it for lunch over field greens.

The stories went on and on...

But the thing that really got me was afghan shawl he knit for mother. I never knew the old bastard could quilt so damn good.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shawl