Irritable Survivor: Well, my back hurts. Sick of eating varmints with two pair a' eyes. crawdads big as the barn door 'cross the mountains and worse. Flatwoods had better days. Now every thing catywompus or'll kill ya. Now, I ain't no cussin' lady but damn if God had just let a bomb fall on my head. Jesus, just let me die.Then some sweet young thing come up to me askin' for help with that garden next door. Then just this morning, I heared talk of . They tell me, "What's a boomer then?"