Redneck life

The other night I was hanging out with some friends who live in a neighboring hamlet, about thirty miles distant. We ate brownies packed with several kinds of candy bar and listened to Eminem radio on After the children were packed off to bed, the resident welding instructor/biker/Vietnam vet demonstrated a homemade smoking device fashioned from an elk antler. One of the assembled, Jim, regaled us with the epic tale of an elk hunt that ended with two, not one, dead elk. His account was unstintingly gory, complete with blood and sound effects. Much lively discussion followed, during which the merits of various firearms were debated, I tried to convince Jim that Obama does not want to take his guns away (he disputed my claims) and found out that he doesn’t know who Rick Perry is. After a while, the TV (well, actually, the laptop) came on and we watched the following reality shows: a shooting competition whose most impressive contestant was a talented, preternaturally calm, and slightly creepy Christian camp director a show exploring the high drama inherent in traveling state to state in order to harvest massive amounts of wheat, corn or whatever the farmers in the heartland are mono-cropping these days



About ea

Reluctant technophile, immoderate lover of words, food, cogitation, the sensory world. We are not done evolving and there is no free will.
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1 Response to Redneck life

  1. 48colorrainbow says:

    I envy those who don’t know Rick Perry.

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