The Adventures of Lonesome Lui
Flea Bag and I were up early for a change. The digital clock on the dresser beamed 10:00. From my bedroom window I could see four shrimp boats swinging on their anchors, as just west of my window is a great holding ground. Thank God the shrimping season was open, since I have a habit of relating many things to food or drink, I decided on garlic shrimp for lunch.
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