it happens now and again. it starts with a burning smell, sort of a polyurethane odor that fills my double wide trailer with a chemical olfactory banquet. when i come to my senses, i usually take a long drive in my 1986 camaro to clear my mind. afterward i drive back to the trailer park and sit quietly on the stove perched precariously on the edge of my homemade deck, built by stupid niggers and wet backs. thats how we do our thinkin in alabama. oh oh oh and through this entire process, i am wearing bib overalls and chewing redman tobacco.