Fieldville - Yes, dear reader you read it right - Fieldville. I thought I had rid myself of it once and for all, but that is not to be. I am now back on Cob Avenue at the beck and call of Our Dear Supreme Leader, once again. Let me tell you how this came to pass, before I bow my head and cry at what the cruel fates have given me to bear.
It started out as a quiet Sunday afternoon, broken only occasionally by jacked rap wafting on the clement air, the random pig or turkey truck. I was in my studio when I heard a rap at my front door. I pulled open my door to see in front of me, my worst nightmare. Outside my door stood Our Dear Supreme Leader and a cadre of Justice and Taxes enforcers. Dare I say resistance was futile, and now I am back on Cob Avenue.
Woe is me!
Knock knock! Who's there?
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