There is a small highway that follows the path of the Mississippi river, called Highway 61.

It is known as the "blues highway", especially for the stretch that runs Memphis to New Orleans.

Where the highway ends on the Southern end, I have made my home, in that place they call "the big easy."

For over a year now, Muira can be found there playing live music in the streets and on various stages. Sometimes in uniform, sometimes in fursuit, sometimes in a diaper, or other skimpy fet-wear that shows off the once-controversial babyfur tattoo, but always with that look of insanity glued to his face.

So you see, there is life after death. After surviving a widowmaker heart attack, stroke, business failures, bankruptcy, motorcycle crashes, PTSD, there is still time for rebirth.

Although I warn you, each new release of the puppy gets a lil' bit crazier than the last.

It takes that kind of crazy to defeat the devil, who travels up and down highway 61, buying souls at the crossroads, funding his travels via church bingo.