Last Autumn I went down to that new church by the river. Everyone just looked at their I-phones while the minister gulped hot coffee and screamed at gods crotch. I was still heartbroken over losing Tammy but I’d found peace.
I decided to go to the old steakhouse after church, to have myself a nice steak dinner and a few highballs, then I’d blow my brains out while I rode the mechanical bull. But once I got a bellyfull of meat and whiskey and drew my revolver, riding that bull …ohh the screams! I still get hard when I think about it.