Life: It's A Team Sport.
This blog is all over the place. As I am. As Life is. A hearty and healthy mix of the original and the reblogged.
When Ballard came out onto the porch there was a thin man with a collapsed jaw squatting in the yard waiting for him.
What say Darfuzzle, Ballard said.
What say Lester.
He sounded like a man with a mouthful of marbles, articulating his goatbone underjaw laboriously, the original one having been shot away.
Ballard squatted on his heels in the yard opposite the visitor. They looked like constipated gargoyles.
Child of God, Cormac McCarthy
