"He sits out there in a wooden chair behind the big house on the Granbury Highway south of Weatherford with his boots kicked up on another chair he's pulled up, waiting for them each night after Carrie's asleep, on a landscape so dark you can't see your nose in front of your face, only the orange hissing glow of his American Spirit floating around in the blackness whenever he sucks"
"Limpy walks on three legs. He puts out three bowls of food every night, but they all want to eat out of the same bowl for some damn reason, some kind of competitive deal. And the way racoons push each other out of the way is they use their asses to nudge each other back, because if they jostle each other from the front, there's gonna be a fight, and they're too hungry to fight."
He sits in a wooden chair behind the big house on the Granbury Highway south of Weatherford, boots kicked up on another chair, waiting each night after Carrie sleeps. Only the orange glow of his American Spirit appears in the dark when he smokes. A doctor reported his lungs clean after a full-body scan despite decades of smoking that began at nineteen, and he recently turned seventy. He feeds raccoons named Mama, Rangy, Rocky, and a three-legged Limpy from three bowls, though they crowd one bowl. A possum also arrives later. He drinks a Michelob Ultra and watches them eat, wearing cowboy boots paid for by the TV show. He grew up in Arkansas eating raccoons, possums, and squirrels.
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