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We are genuine clad and sippers of whiskey.

We fall short of honor but carry on with grace.

There were 333 wrecks on I-75 today

and I felt every fucking one.

Punch buggy, no punch back!

The saddle loafers, sick with twisted crimes

slapped me down on a slab of ice and

let me glide through backyards pregnant with

alley cats that were pissing on bushes

and licking empty cans.

Ray Strickland jr. 1998