Correction...

I did not really think FF was a serial killer. In case you haven't noticed, I have a flair for the dramatic. See my previous post, My Vivid Imagination, in case you don't know what I mean.

Now that I think about it, part of what made him so angry was that he wanted me to experience his little piece of heaven on earth (maybe even impress me?), and it was spoiled with the intrusion of the ubiquitous redneck. For him, not for me.

I've had a day. And I'll have a rant later on. Not about The D for a change. For now, I've gotta run. Literally. It's hot as hell but I won't have a bit of trouble doing my long route. Clocked it and it's actually two whole miles. That oughta take the edge off. We'll see...