child of god, lover of sharon, father of 5, future farmer...oh, and i play a little guitar too.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
“Besides his bein‘ kinda crazy, they called him the Smoking Loon ’cause he was so dam’ efficient,” Jake began, stubbing out his cigar. “He’d take care of business an’ get in an’ out before anybody’s see him comin’…leavin no trace ‘cept the lingering sound of his eerie, loon-like cackle. No one was really sure who he was or who he worked for, but when word got out someone needed his services, the Smoking Loon just appeared on their doorstep, like outta thin air or somethin’”.