by Rebecca Katherine Hirsch
So there I was. The night was dark, and so was I. I had just gotten back from a fresh dig in the neighborhood marsh where putrefying cranberries and mutilated crawdads had clutched at my tresses and poked at my kneecaps. Not that it bothered me; I've always been the kind of man to show up on a lady's doorstep covered in a thick sludge of mud and decomposing plants. Not that I mind. From the day of my birth back in 1923 to the day they took me to the neighborhood marsh, the marshing life was the only one for me.
6S - C1
Rebecca Katherine Hirsch is a marsh-reared lass from the Mississippi River delta. By day, she is a New York professional football player. By night, she is a bum.