Way out West there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Coyote. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Coyote, he called himself Coyote. Now, Coyote — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.

But then again, maybe that’s why I found the place so darned interestin’. They call Florida the Sunshine State. I didn’t find it to be that, exactly. But I’ll allow that there is some nice weather there. ‘Course I can’t say I’ve seen London, and I ain’t never been to France. And I ain’t never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I’ll tell you what — after seeing Florida, and this here story I’m about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin’ every bit as stupefyin’ as you’d see in any of them other places. And mostly in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me.

Sometimes there’s a man — I won’t say a hero, ’cause, what’s a hero? But sometimes, there’s a man. And I’m talkin’ about Coyote here. Sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that’s Coyote, in the Florida. And even if he is an insane man — and Coyote was most certainly that. Quite possibly the most insane man in Florida, which would place it high in the runnin’ for being craziest worldwide. But sometimes there’s a man, sometimes, there’s a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But — aw, hell; I’ve done introduced him enough.