I think I saw my life pass before my eyes…

… my favorite place on earth is in my hammock. It’s a good day when time and weather permit me hours of uninterrupted solitude lazily swinging away, book in hand and cold beer never farther than arms reach. Heaven. Pure heaven.

This evening provided me with the rare opportunity to start my weekend off with a quiet moment in my precious hammock. The late summer air had the crisp chill of soon-to-be Autumn on it’s breezes. Cicadas and crickets provided the soundtrack while birds dipped wildly about in the branches over head. The sky was washed Parrish pastel in the sun’s dimming rays. Can you picture it, this scene of utter tranquility….

Ah. Can you feel your blood pressure lowering? There’s only one thing missing that would make this a perfect night. A nice big fat and juciy …

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scary ass flying cockroach the size of a fist to crawl from the depths of hell and land smack on your face!

Life in the mother flipping South.