words about things

What follows is my subtle attempt at honesty.

The coachwhip

My job has me sitting at a desk way too much. I can't even get on my bicycle enough to get my exercise. So I try to run a couple times per week and the other evening after work I went running and about 1/4 mile down the trail I find an eastern coachwhip stalking a lizard. I managed to grab it up and get a few pics. The noteworthy part is that the good feeling I get after exercise appears to be very similar to the good feeling I get after finding a snake.

Norris Buffalo is a nom de plume. My real name doesn't matter at this point because, well, who cares? I have spent 30+ years among people who neither understand nor accept me. They do, however, tolerate me, for the most part, and that is why I have decided to begin writing out my thoughts and opinions. It is my intention to turn my ramblings into something someone can, hopefully, turn into a point.

I live in rural North East Texas. I was raised on a farm by a pair of unique humans whose stories could fill a book by themselves (given a talented author) and I have very few living relatives, but, to be honest, that's what I always hoped would happen. Let's see what my blog reveals about me, my up bringing, and my fellow humans.