What can YOU say in six sentences?
It’s hotter than a pancake’s ass, today. I was just slicin’ some watermelon with my butcher knife. Red pulp, sweet and fibrous, the juice runnin’ all over the kitchen table and drippin’ down on the floor, like blood. Yeah, there I was, just scalpin’ that seedless mofo, cuttin' through the rind, and for some damned haywire reason I thought of you. Hey, it’s been a while since we tossed back a few cold ones at the Do Drop Inn, hasn’t it? When this next damn hurricane passes and I’m pretty sure the kids are alright, I’m gonna get on my hog and ride over there and drop in on you—just so I can whisper somethin’ real sweet into your one good ear, Christine. God Bless.