I also had a Columbian Boa for years named Zeus.
Uncertain of how it all fits together.
Went to pick up my bow and my camos felt like twenty pounds of wet cotton.
That kind of stuff is for kids who have that kind of time.
But I suppose the last thing I should be doing is lamenting everything until I become as depressed as ever. I walk out the door every morning expecting the balmy weather and am greeted with a chilly morning. Thank you for calling and thank you for choosing Dell.
In a world where our kids kill? Rides, funnel cakes, caramel apples, pigs, cows, bumper cars. Prey which happened to be a rat weighing in, I swear, at a pound and a half.
I find myself more and more at odds with it.
I was thinking more on the Amish. The Orkin man fargin killed my iguana, how do you like that?
I also had a Columbian Boa for years named Zeus. A look on the thermometer as I passed by the bank in town stated a brisk fifty-five degrees.
Unchanneled if possible.
As such, all these childhood memories flood back to me these days when my skin hits the cold outside.
I try and tell myself that the good I can do is done by finding what things make me happy, making myself a better man and thus affecting people around me positively. Humanity continues to prove me correct. And he was just a baby. As perfect as a newborn babe. But I remember seeing it last year. Even in the city, things seem to quiet down.
The only time I can ever remember getting swiped at by him was when I had my hand in between him and certain prey. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it.
I walk out the door every morning expecting the balmy weather and am greeted with a chilly morning.