I know I sounded as country as cornbread and beans, I heard it myself, so you know there was twang.
I’m tired, avoiding mud, walk a different path to get to my place. I have my trusty Tac light, finding my way, in my own little world.
I was up on the tall gentleman before I knew it, nearly took him out. This is where far East Texas comes in, say it in your best country voice:
"Oh my GOODNESS, I nearly took you SLAP DAB OUT!"
Yeah, I even ended the sentence with a preposition.
He smiled, big.
What happened to situational awareness?
Bedtime.
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