Looking out over a swamp... I'm sitting at the edge of it. My good eye narrowed to a slit as I focused on movement at the other end of the water. 'Nother gator. If it weren't for the gators, I'd never get a good workout.

The movement stopped, and I'm left staring at green water. It's actually nice lookin', with the sun out and all. From the weather, I know it's June, but, hell, it doesn't really matter out here. Me against nature... I like those odds. I stood up, then start down my well-worn path. At the end, there's a ledge, and on a clear day, I can usually see most of Baton Rouge.

Some nights I take a hike down there, mostly I just look, though. Tonight feels different, like something's pulling me down to the city. Maybe I'd better go... for the hell of it.