ghost of tom joad goin eighty down baker road. possom here and possom there.

we were sittin on the front porch, roxy couldn't get that silly madeinchinafiddle tuned, so . ta hell with it!and she turned the pegs here there and all over . and soundin like a stephen king or a german horror fellow's movie, she played the song of an old woman swimmiin in a leach-filled pond , running away, sittin on the side of the road, and tellin how she wars hungry. yu want some,,,... branmuffin? . .. . .. ... dah dahhm duuuhhmm.... .. nope! .. . ya wahnt som... . .. .. why,,, yeah! .... .. . my ear drums sooo far outta joint from laughing so hard.. . but what did she want? .. . nd now eyh caint rumembur.

ohoh__h__goodnes.

and no more light can be shed round here.