Venom

Connectivity here at the beach is considerably more troublesome than in previous years. Here are a quick couple of updates; more as and when I have time and opportunity.

It all started with a snake. The snake. The first snake. Beautiful, in its way. Like snakes are. It bit a woman, and she got poisonous. Not poisoned. Poisonous. The trick with the snake's venom, see, is that there's always enough to kill you. Always enough. The only way not to die is to share it around.

I tell you this so you'll know why I'm doing this. I want you to know what'll happen if I don't. I've seen. You get... sick. Real sick. You don't want that. I want you to understand. You're gonna need to know, after.