Sweet Home Louisiana: My brothers neighbours.


No sugar here either. Just a puny fence. What is the resident afraid of?

What can the fence prevent?

Is there a resident?

I think in this case Charles should have risked a shotgun blast to the face and checked. He’s probably dead and mummified and clutching a can of Coors. Or maybe the white shambling thing lurched out of the wet land and left nothing but two feet in two shoes. In front of the TV.

Then drank his Coors.

Charles didn’t risk it. We’ll never know!

But there are more neighbours to come!



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