Thursday, August 13, 2020

you're killing me

Did you just type ambient temperature fried chicken on a river sandbar just as the bottom of the sun touches the tops of the trees? Dang. You are a writer. Unconditionally.



Today I am grateful for reprieve, forgiveness, the outer banks and a beautiful weekend.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

No writer, have been told I am full of shit on several occasions. I like to place the chicken box on the front deck by the worm box, warm worms are more attractive. I like to prep myself for the chicken with around 48 ounces of a 35 degree mixture of water, yeast, hops and barley.

Anonymous said...

Save this one for late at night, lights out, volume up high. https://youtu.be/9W991N8nyAw