have you found jesus? he's hiding behind the couch

driving through mississippi listening to tupelo honey on a radio station broadcasting from get this... tupelo. now mind you i thought the new england patriots were from the wonderful state of new england. 'sigh' the quaint state. why would a professional football team create a fictitious state and then pretend to come from there??? it just doesn't make sense. i stayed and lived in st bernard parish population 20,000 down from 76,000. one of the levees broke a street down from where we are working on, daniel's house, installing sheet rock and insulation and then eventually mud. sheet rock i found out is just dry wall, like kleenex is a kind of facial tissue. I make a lot of unnecessary holes in daniel's sheet rock. I try to make my mistakes while daniel is not around. as a doctor the one thing you're trained not to say... 'oops'. most of the day daniel is at work, he's a welder and mercifully not a carpenter. seventeen months after the hurricane he still live in his fema trailer behind his house. about every fifth house has one of these trailers in front or on the side of a home the rest of the homes are left deserted rotting from the inside. daniel's trailer is a sort of all plastic rv camper, think small. think tiny. It smells exactly like my parent's neighbor's house. this fact drives me insane. that smell reminds me of leather couches and baby sitting and all the cherry coca- cola and cable television i could want. i want to ask daniel if it's some kind of plug in or scent strip or something. i get bit by a spider, several times, and my hand swells up to this size of a medium grape fruit. the brown recluse spider they tell us in orientation is the cousin to the black widow. it will not kill you but the third day is very bad they tell us... very bad. I am popping benadryl tablets like bright pink tic tacs thinking if i was dying i think i would know it, it would hurt a lot more. my hand would fall off first or something... then again it is only day two. shit