Running from the FBI

We are literally just pulling in our site in Natchitoches Pecan Orchard RV when this very old and frail man across from us leaves his site to get up in John's grill about what we are all about.  For as frail as he looks, he has the reflexes of a mongoose and the strength of a spider monkey yet he can't be more than 90 pounds.   John was his usual polite self and indulged the old man, while the pups and I could tell "crazy" was going to talk to John for a bit.  We pulled in at 1:06pm, the pups and I finished our quick walk around the park at 1:20.  In that short time, Crazy had told John: He was run out of Montana and the entire section 5 of the USA (whatever that was); he had cancer; he had a bypass; showed John his scar; wanted to know where we were from and if we were likely FBI; had been dead for 45 minutes at one point in his life; had the craziest looking IV at some point; and kept asking John if he liked his 41 foot trailer; then, stated he was going to Texas next (well, if we were FBI we know where his next stop is lol).  

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