Be damned if i ain't ready to go back.
My first wife would camp.
This one won't camp.
Me and my tiny, petite first wife honeymooned on the outer banks.
We pitched a tent at the Salvo campground back by the cemetary.
At night I'd fire up the Coleman lantern and go fishing in the sound with bloodworms.
She'd read,...and I'd catch spots for breakfast,.....
damn,.....
I should'a stayed.
,...fuggin' ignert ass youth.
I came back home after that.
I don't know what I expected to find that would beat it.
Whatever it was,.....I never did.
