I walked out on my little porch this nice afternoon, Daniel was sitting back inside in his chair, and I let out this huge roar from my gut that rocked the neighborhood.

I gave it everything, I made it last, I let the world know that I was here.

The campers across the creek might have been concerned, for a second. I live on a short dead end street and my next door neighbor is behind me. We're all cool.

But, my landlord now lives in his new trailer at he end of my dead-end street. He and his family and friends drive by here daily.

I think today when I let out that yell, they were having a family thing going on down there.

Daniel was impressed that the cops didn't show up.