I Wake My Wife Up At 3

Professional Southerners Sicken Me.

The Deep South Might Be Wretched, But It Can Howl.

Children Will Listen To Anything Elders Say To Survive, And If You Grew Up Without An Elder Telling You There Was A God, What Did Your Parents Say To You?

I Don't Write Under The Ghost Of Faulkner. I Live In The Same Town And Find His Life And Work Inspiring, But That's It. I Have A Motorcycle And Tool Along The Country Lanes. I Travel At My Own Speed.

Randomness I Love. And I Still Love Just A Holler Right In The Middle Of An Ongoing Narrative. Pain Or Joy, Ecstasy.