It's already 95 degrees outside. Mississippi got the most unorganized weather in the nation.

Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.

I've become one of those people who prowl around at night in their cars. God, I am the town's Boo Radley, just like in To Kill A Mockingbird.

She dumb.” I sigh. “But she ain’t stupid.

I may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget.

...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?

I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.