Swamp Musings

I could use some of that! That's my East creek a bunch of years ago. Last surviving photo.

57 some-odd years ago..

..my Dad's 80 acres of potatoes on share-cropped land froze to the ground. A few miles north of Walnut Hill, Florida in Atmore, Alabama (hospital next to the Alabama electric chair), messy, squall-factory, version 1 exited warm-and-unhappy.

Pretty good life. More often than not, excellent. Finestkind parents, possibly even better grandparents (yup, "accomodated". Kinda. Granny gave me my first whippin'. Yup. I was 4, deliberately did wrong. She switched my young ass pink. I got damn good listening to the word "NO!" Didn't keep me righteous as a teenager (what controls teens? Naw, don't bother. We know. Neuter them, then they might be OK!)

Da shit, it done hit the fan. 30 years here but not for much longer. My 5% equity loan got bought by a very foul company and got called during one of their rip-off crimes (logged, available, >$400,000 in a low income rural sucker source. Unbelievable. 5 more of the cocksuckers are under the gun. Kinda. The "gun" is bought off. All within 12 miles of here.) I've got a more-or-less half a year to come up with what I cannot. The 5% gives the creatures 100% of everything I have worked for since 1968. I think I have the option to sell out entirely. Miserable thought. I'm much older than my 57 years. If you have read my earlier stuff you'd know the best thing would be to shoot me.

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Since I've last entered, I've had the privledge of a major case of pneumonia, had my home of 30 years foreclosed on, had the Ninamobile go tits-up, and the other 2 items are too awful to list.

Today is the birthday of Daniel James Bauer. He was born in Alachua General Hospital. He was purple, just like his brother who was born in Columbia General the morning of 29 April, 1978. Kinda miss those kids. 22 July will mark the 21th year since I've seen them. Purple is good. Both were born with hard-ons. Yelled a lot. Needed a lot of rocking. Still have the pre-1860 chair. I miss rugrats.

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