Sorry I haven't been in touch for a couple weeks. I've been toiling over schoolwork trying to get everything in order so I can graduate from college, and guess what...boy did I make it! Now, I'm not one to put too much worry into this school junk. Hell, I graduated from May's Lick University with a B.A. in Swine Killin', and in my book that's about all you need to live the well-balanced life of a hog slayin' man. But the parents insist that I tough it out with this school junk, even in the face of all the hog there is to kill out there in the foothills of northeastern Kentucky--and hell, I ain't one to disappoint, so I put down the swamp warter (city slickers, see the hog glossary) and picked up the books, and here I am folks. I can't enlighten you with too much hog lore, as I have to meet some classmates to slay some proverbial hogs before the big moment arrives later today. However, I will leave you with a tune from one of my favorite bands, the good ole' Silver Jews--their songwriter David Berman is a wise man, and I'll be taking his advice as should all of the Hog Nation. See you at the Superdome.
"On the last day of your life, don't forget to die
The things that you do will always make your mama cry"
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