Up and down the radio dial. Nothing excites so I watch the snakes eating raisins on the back porch. When I was young my father fed the raccoons through a hole in the screen door. He stopped after he discovered that the raccoons had discovered that their claws were stronger than the screen. No raccoons out here though. Just the snakes. Neighbor Steve says that they aren't poisonous but he drinks store-brand scotch straight from the bottle and eats vanilla frosting straight from the can so I'm not sure he can be trusted. The snakes sure do like raisins though.
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