This is the newest acquisition for the soon-to-be Langley/Parten/Patterson household.

This wild boar lived happily in the forests near Senoia, Georgia. He enjoyed a steady diet of berries and small children who wandered too far away from their parents.

That all changed on March 3, 1990. On that cold, late winter day this boar caught a bullet in the ass. The fatal shot was fired by, my now ex-uncle, Michael Harris. Mike had his prize mounted and placed on display in the guest bedroom next to his collection of NASCAR regalia.

When I came to stay with my Uncle Mike and Aunt Laura, I slept in the guest bedroom in this beast's mighty shadow. The boar, quite literally, haunted my dreams as a young child.

When my aunt and uncle's marriage came to an end earlier this year, Laura asked me what, if anything, I wanted out of their house. I could think of but one thing.

This morning the boar's head came into my possession. Later this year it will adorn the walls of the bathroom in Matthew, Richard, and my apartment.

Now all he needs is a name. Richard thought of a very good one, but I can't remember what it was. Please leave me some name suggestions in the comment section.



Here's the deal about the Bonnaroo post:

As soon as I wake up, I am going to the Auburn Public Library. Once I arrive, I will not leave until the Bonnaroo post is complete. So, look for that by the end of the day.*

*Update: Just got back from the library. Sorry everybody, I just couldn't pull it out. The task is gargantuan. I promise the update will be up before the end of the week.