A Change Has Come

The old timers back in the swamp can't always wrap their heads around the notion of a half black president...

"You mean to tell me we gotta call these "President toes" now?" they ask me.

Prison Blues

We've been thinking about prison all day long, with predictable sadness. Listen to these cats below, at least the first song...You'd sing too, if you were there.




When we get sad like that, we go and visit the King of the Swamp, back in the land of the Undead Soul Singers, and ask him to sing us a song, just to make us sadder.



Here's Johhny

Saturday Afternoon at the Movies

Here in the swamp,it's a rainy Saturday, everyone's gone to the movie house.


The cartoons came first...


then came the main picture...

We Prepare To Do our Thang

Tales of a voodoo lawyer...


You can tell its getting close to Voodoo Court term again, cuz people are starting to ask their friends, preachers, cell mates, anyone they know for a referral to a good voodoolawyer. These poor would be clients are scared to death of going to court, even if it is a voodoocourt,
and they need me to even out the odds.
Take this cat here...the white one, I mean. The Money Island Swamp is in a dry jurisdiction but we have a little blind tiger back in the woods. The bartender, Clyde, sometimes runs clients for me; Clyde could see this white guy needed a voodoolawyer, and a good one at that.

"How much will the voodoolawyer charge me?" worried the white man. "As big a sack of money as you can get," said Clyde, as he handed over a matchbook, printed with directions to my place. "How do I get back in there?" asked the white man. "Get your money together first," Clyde told him.
The fellow started to tell Clyde the whole story, but Clyde told him to "save it for the VoodooLawyer."
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Turns out, the white man had some money in his shrimp boot.

When he got the rest together, he he headed toward my place.

Back at the office, I was practicing my closing argument...


The fellow finally got here with his dough ...
I got to work right away on his case.
He was charged with shooting this lady, but I think it was an accident...

I mean, she just wasn't careful,

You hate to play "Blame the Victim," but ...

maybe she should have taken up fishing.

An Old Family Name

The Money Island Swamp is a big ole place, that's why we like it back here...course, it ain't all cypress swamp and peckerwoods. We got our urban core, like any place, except back here it's real old fashioned...sometimes it feels just like Watts back in 1972.