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Bo can be found sitting in some grass near a stream close to his house. A bag of peanuts in his lap, he peels the shell off carefully while eating the nut that is inside. Between peanuts one can hear him sing at a low tone
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Bo just couldn't get warm enough at his own place, so he decided to just meander around the small town until he found the main meeting building. Checking the door, it's unlocked...thank god, so he'll just make himself comfortable in the place. It's nice and toasty in here, perfect temperature for the southern city ( Read more... )

Sitting in his room, huddled around his TV, Bo munches on popcorn and various snacks. It's the official start of the NFL season and his Saints are going up against Minnesota's Vikings. Of course his people are having a huge Mardi Gras-style parade for the beginning of the season and the Kickoff that is happening as we speak. They are going to have ( Read more... )

Despite the sinking feeling that is washing over him, Bo remains calm while sitting up in his bed. A cold sweat has broken over his ebony skin as he runs his clammy hands through his hair. Getting up off his bed slowly, that familiar feeling overcomes him, the suffocating feeling; the feeling of drowning. His world swirling around him, Bo grunts ( Read more... )

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Bold can most certainly describe this Louisianan city. He doesn't care where he is, or how many people are around, if he is hot, damn it he'll do something to help with cooling himself off. Looking out over the lake, he sighs, God that water looks just fine right about now. Sauntering off of the trail, Bo snuffs out his cigarette. Taking his white ( Read more... )

Chancing upon the boathouse, Bo runs back to his room to retrieve his fishing pool and other fish gear. Borrowing a row boat, Bo sets up his fishing rod while drifting about in the two person boat. Laying down, his leg dangles over the edge of the boat, his toes submerged in the cool lake water. Staring up at the mid afternoon sky, he smokes while ( Read more... )

He's busying himself in the kitchen right now, making gumbo if one must know. As he adds in an unnecessarily large amount of Tabasco sauce and chill peppers, Bo sighs. This oil spill is getting very bad, it's endangering his wildlife refuge and endangering his seafood business. With that being crippled, tons of restaurants and diners are going to ( Read more... )