I live in St. Petersburg, Florida. I love it here. There are dolphins in the bay and parrots in the palm trees. There are miles of beautiful gulf beaches teaming with luscious young snow bunnies, and cool, dark bars where you can guzzle margarita's while hiding from the mid-day sun.
I write, read, eat, drink and sleep... and kick George (ill-tempered mutt) for crapping in the house. The four wives have all run off somewhere so I don't have to take out the garbage till I'm good and ready, and the kids find me boring and stay away - till they need something.
I'm quite happy.
Ok... you're 5 feet tall, weigh three hundred and ninety pounds, have a flat head, a hunchback, and your dog won't play with you unless you've got food. Is there any hope? Damned straight there is. Just take Uncle John's advice and you'll be breathing heavy in the back seat of a late model crew-cab pickup truck in no time.
What a great story. Runs the gamut of emotions with characters the author has presented so vividly, so real. This is one of those books with a story that kind of wraps around you as you read, drawing you into it, letting you ride along with the characters -- kind of hard to explain what I mean by that, but just trust me, a darn, darn good read.