Who in holy hell printed their own checks in this day and age? Get with the modern age, you dirty North Carolina hicks! I had six different colors and twelve fonts and even monogrammed embossed full grained leather books. You pull that out at the co-op to pay for your feed and the other farmers eye you with envy. They vastly underestimated the power of makin’ someone feel fancy here in Bryson City.
Damn it all. Now I have to hump it home over the Smokies with not a thing to show for it. Why wasn’t the heater in this car worth a s**t? Did Chevy not understand what it takes to get the blood pumpin’ to a bum leg? Needed a new one, even though she had been good to me. Not talkin’ about the leg, neither. Add that to the long ass list. Them country singers were liars: there was no such thing as
