Tomorrow they’ll interview everybody I

Tomorrow they’ll interview everybody I know.

Most won't know a thing about me. "He kept to himself." "He talked to his cat & the cat spoke back." "I can't imagine he was the same guy that did what he did," they'd tell the FBI

But what they do know is that I was the guy driving over the speed limit with a cage full of turtles and a rubber shotgun. 'i can explain" i would say 'i was just

cleaning the neighborhood of evil bat people" But right when I said that, the cage of turtles popped open and the turtles grabbed my rubber shotgun.

"What'cha gonna do now, boy?" Said the one holding the shotgun. I never knew they could talk until that moment. "Let me go, turtle. The evil bat people will also go after you if we

don't get her". He looked at me with an amused smile. "And where do you think she is ?"

"Probably off climbing a mountain somewhere" I replied. But I really knew where she was, though it was none of his business, she was

at the bottom of the holler where she couldn't hear if we hollered and she didn't have phone reception in the holler. But like he ha said, wasn't none of his business. Nor hers.

I googled holler on my phone - "A rural road in the Appalachians in the U.S.A". Huh. Never knew that. Guess I learned something today. Time to go holler in a holler on the holler.