Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Our town was in such bad shape, the Wal-Mart was putting the K-Mart out of business. Farmers were packing up their hoes and moving to neighboring counties. I was so thirsty I could have imbibed a vat of unpurified Dasani. I saw the vacuum created by the exodus of farmers and decided to fill it. With what, I wondered. Then it came to me: I would become a farmer. I would fill the vacuum with a farmer, which would be myself. I got down to business right away, learning how to be a farmer—the right way to walk, etc. Sometime around sundown I finally figured it out. Today I specialize in alfalfa.