07-02-2020, 01:02 AM
Pinched out a chunk of meat 'tween my thumb and diddle finger when the fence gate popped into the latch.
Hurt like a son-of-a-*****.
My blood tasted like copper plus something sweet and familiar.
Over in the weeds some rabbits were humping.
But the wind said "the days are getting shorter now," and it carried a faint smell of Joe Burrow.
So all was well.
I rubbed some dirt on it and went back to work.
Hurt like a son-of-a-*****.
My blood tasted like copper plus something sweet and familiar.
Over in the weeds some rabbits were humping.
But the wind said "the days are getting shorter now," and it carried a faint smell of Joe Burrow.
So all was well.
I rubbed some dirt on it and went back to work.
