You need to be more independent,

Runt. Like me. And like Texas: So

independent that at one time you

were your own sovereign fucking

nation, innit. I  am full of the

independence. I’ve got a

tiny Alamo in my goddamned

heart. I’ve got a Sam Houston in my

gray matter. I’ve got a Jim

Bowie cut into my skin. Except when

The Bald Man leaves me at PetSmart. Then

I become a quivering mass of cling. Like

Florida or Ohio or some shit.

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