It's early evening on the first day of August, down in Georgia. It's sticky as usual but not burning hot and, after supper, El Solo Lobo is in the porch swang, Rebel Lobo sets the rocking cheer a-going and over the sounds of the crickets they ruminate on the day...
El: Yeeeeeah, hit were a good day. Had some o' mah lady friends come by to chat.
Reb: "Yeah? Where was I?"
El: Oh, who knows Reb, hell YOU don't even…Continue
Added by El Solo Lobo on August 1, 2009 at 7:36pm — No Comments