Possum ipsum y’all reckon fiddleback gravyboat hushpuppy holler, bless it twice and bury the spoon. Catfish shuffle in the moonlight, molasses logic on a Tuesday, coonhound dreams stitched to a broken screen door.

Biscuit-laced lumbago musings with sweet tea drizzle, toe-tappin’ through a memory barn full o’ stories.