I can picture your apartment: the busted up guitar amp that you're gonna fix "one of these days", a Milwaukee's Best beer-amid, 8 inches of dust coating everything (except the volume knob on the stereo and "The Complete Boz Skaggs Collection"), an American flag for a curtain, and a "Stone Cold" Steve Austin and/or Dale Earhardt poster as the focal point in the living room covered in wood paneling. God paged you. He said you've got the life.
I actually had some barbeque possum this weekend at a neighbor's house. It is not as bad as you might think. I think I might serve it for the family for Christmas dinner.