I never claimed the South, but the South claimed me. It had a good riff to go with the raff.
I emptied my wallet and put $15 on pump 4. The attendant didn't care where I was going, but still asked.
It was Valentine's Day, after all. I had a date. Not one worth sharing. It came in a bottle and didn't cost much.
But I had a preference. Not one I made clear.
I had very little interest in telling anyone, much less the lady in question.
I couldn't bring her down with this (relation)ship.
Not without notice. Not without a warning.
So I drove off. Off into the uncertainty. One day I'd tell her. One day too soon, one day too late. Did it matter? It was a losing bet. One where the underdog covers the spread, the favorite plays dead.
So I drove off. I ran on fumes until I hit Hughes, Arkansas.
There wasn't shit there that I didn't bring.
And I didn't bring good shit.