Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Southern Gothic

Sophia, me, and the kids are driving down a country road; it's close to sunset. We're going to meet her uncle at his cabin in the woods so we can borrow his pressure washer.
We turn onto a dirt path, heading west, and the reddened sky looms over us, bleeding through tall dark trees.

"This is starting to look like Evil Dead 2," I say.

Sophia says, "Everything in my family looks like Evil Dead 2."

1 comment:

  1. Does this make you Bruce Campbell?
    Do you have the chain-saw for that?
    More importantly, do you have the chin for that?