*Deep in the Delta, there be strife – rival clans warrin’ for the favor’a all the spirits’a animal, vegetable an’ mineral. I’m the last’a my clan – that Roadkill Motorcycle club, ever’one cut low by Mama Houdoo’s boys an’ th’evils in her thrall. Now, I ride alone, just me an’ my curse…can’t eat nothin’ but carrion, an’ then the spirit’a the dead thang fill me up an’ take over. Put a buzzard in my belly, I grow wings. I pick over a possum, I see in the dark an’ hang from a tree. But I don’t fret none ‘bout curses. I use’em to satisfy the vengeance what occupy my mind. Vengeance for the boys’a the Roadkill MC. For the shade'a my ole lady. And for my very own lost soul. - duJour *Source: inversepress.com