Panel 1: Voice over I‘ve never considered myself the sharpest tool in the shed, but even I can see needs to be seen if it’s placed under my nose.

Panel 2: Voice over The shack looks like the former owner did more drinking that fishing, and the the floor is covered with 3o something years of dust and Russian Olive leaves.

Panel 3: Voice over I make the mistake of sitting down against one of the weathered warped board walls and two days of running sneak up on me.

Panel 4: Voice over From somewhere, the rain comes again, and the sound of the drops pinging off the tin roof send right off to dreamland. The dreams aren’t something I’d wish on anyone, so when I awake, I’m not at my best.