Your host. Whose life story can bear no great detailing. But just to get you started:

• not to go all Mormon database on you, but there's my ancestry to deal with: Grand Isle papa from families Furay and (probably) Raboteau, Rose Hill mama from McGehee and Agnes families, each world donating half of how I talk. Not counting the leading D initial which let's us best forget altogether.
• guest of every jail south Vermilion Parish by 21, 20 may be.
• tried making up for a sorry start, in the service, wherein shot a few folks. Don't feel great about that.
• since have hid away round Florida's mud coast. Looked enough like Vermilion there, and no one bothered me.
• til recently. In the same breath you overhear my name and the local poor-man's house seat up Tallahassee. People talk too damn much.
• still young enough to show young kids a step or two, get em clapping. Doc shakes his head I'm old enough to know better.

Anything more interesting you'd best gather by reading these pages.