Up in the backwoods Of Michigan, lives the Traveling man name of Tim. He's in a band, with a million fans, and I think it is a sin, that he's in better shape than I am, and I'm ******* younger than him. Ever since he got bit by that possum, he will never be the same again.
I had a great conversation with Traveling Man the other day, he's a great dude, and this ode practically wrote itself. Long may he live