Sadie looks at me like, “So this is where we’ve been heading.” She may be right.

“Well, that’s too much!” I rebel. I’ve had it with Missouri people. They can lip out even the easiest tap-in of interactions. 

I live that dude fly’s last thoughts and it’s just too brutal. He’s chased this moment his entire three day fly life and just when he’s got it, when he’s having it, I can’t take it away from him. Those are the actions of the vengeful God of Roadkill.

Missouri greets me with a thunderclap, as if to say, “C’mon asshole, let’s fight.”

And I mean, if this is eden then how come it’s so hard to find a single fruit tree or beautiful girl?

City kids in the country learning things always stuck with me.