I am happier today than I can remember being for quite a while. The arrival of the real summer always makes me swell up with joy. And sweat. Sweaty joy. It's really sort of like an old-fashioned Baptist revival in and on my body. There's even some "snake handling". ZING! You see what I did there with the quotes? Implying that there was a relationship between my penis and a snake, and that someone handles both things. You see that? Huh? Huh? Do ya? See it? Huh?
Something about June makes me want to play baseball in the dusklight. And eat sno-cones in between at-bats. There's got to be a sandlot around here somewhere.
It's an All-American summer this year, folks. With fire and pie and baseball and kissing and rock music. Welcome to the jungle.