My memory /nightmare of the may thang is knot taking us on the ride by the lake with all the rocks painted with graffiti and that damn water moccasin slitherin across the road to do battle with the resurrected mastiff . Which was fine but not while I was on the dang bike. I really hate snakes. Than in October ,he did it again while we in the truck and if there had been a Sun roof to exit out of I’d have been on the roof.. Thinking back on it , why do I hang around friends that do that shit to me anyway? Because they are the best people ever and I love all of them , Thankyou my friends for providing these and so many more memories for all of us As we were truly the blessed ones.