Well friend, you did it again. This time I say you zinged me as I zig-zagged in and out of your lines, licking my chops from whiffs of s’mores baking on concrete and shuddering at trickery masking as shrubbery. Then the memory lane brilliance from your mixtape. What do they call that ride at the county fair that ricochets here and there? Oh. The scrambler. Well I was having a helluva ride until you told me about the Boy Scout’s fate…

It’s bad you know. R.L. Burnside. https://youtu.be/QzC_rGX-XyM