Diamond Lil by Brett Koth for April 21, 2018

In my town you carried a billiard ball in a tube sock.

Mom insisted on being able to eat the evidence.

Our town’s farmer’s market had used socks….

“Don’t mess with me, I’ve got juice…”

Everyone was getting juiced.

That would be Navel, Indiana … just south of Turkey Knuckle ….

shoot, our farmer’s market had cow pies. or at least the evidence of said.

Better than the proverbial poke in the eye with a sharp stick…I guess!

If you steal an apple, they’d beat you to a pulp.