Evangelicall: We are now working with the bats in the country..He went out of the garage for some shit and he was in a whirlwind, himself, biting the Axis. He, swallowing, knocks down and breaks his glasses, turns his leg, slides and falls into the pit... mothering, going for the bow, hitting his head on a large branch. Smashed high - onion juice got into the eyes. He is sitting, can’t work – his eyes are tearing.
Here I sit and think to remind him how he asked this morning for my broken cup, “Who am I so unwise with?” or “Who will kill me?”