I have family in Lousiville. I rarely ever visit, the city puts me in a chaotic state of confusion. I am, to most, considered a hermit. A lost unknown soul, marinating in the heart of mountains in the Appalachias. But all in all, this is where I am content... I drive over 2 hours to get to the mall to shop clothing for my kids. I drive almost an hour and a half to make it to the nearest Wal-Mart. I can sit in my yard butt ass naked all day long and never see the first soul pass by my house, except for the mail man while also taking into consideration that I am on a dead end private drive basically.
When its dark, I can howl at the moon and pretend to be a wolf and hear my echo penetrate the mountains and flow in tune for a good 20 seconds. Then there is a brief moment of silence... Followed by a haunting sound of coyotes, filling the silence with ancient harmony of hungry, curious howls of greetings and welcomings...As its completely silent here. Only sounds surrounding my world is nature at its best... It tears me up in pieces during the summer, when I hear that Blackhawk roaring like a 50 caliber machine gun coming over the mountain looking for my trees.
Yeah, I'm back on the shitter again. Lol. Pork must have went bad this morning for breakfast.
But I have family in Florida as well, roots in California. I miss Cali. I lived there for 3 years and then moved back here to ole Kentucky where I was born and raised.
