I am a man of the Earth. I wasn’t always so. There was a time when I walked the city streets in nice Italian shoes and clean, pressed clothes. There was a time when I took my showers in the morning before starting my day instead of having to scour off the crud at the end of my work before I could get anywhere near the dinner table. I used to be able to come home and hang up my clothes and they’d be fine to wear again in a few days. I went 85% of my life without having to scrape sheep shit off my shoes. Not any more.
These days, I grub around in the soil like a nightcrawler. And you know what? I’m not complaining. I’m dirt, and I don’t care.
Tonight, let’s see how filthy we can get.
Hey, y’all, thanks for being here. Be sure to wash your hands after handling this DUAN.