JAG-ARR OF THE JUNGLE!!!

Look back, it was 1965. Pa was shouting from the tv room, “jesus christ! jesus christ!” I flew up those stairs pumping in 3-D. Bad black widows . . . water mocassins . . . red snake long as a fire hose, see our house was built on a long swamp, on easter a boy died, he sank in the quick mud and the next morning he floated up like ivory soap, mama made me go to the wake, the afternoon was hell hot.