i added on...if you remember it from before...if not, here it is...



It was that August we found ourselves a little ways south of Little Rock, my leather-clad lover and I. To soak up the last of the true deep south, we attended a shotgun wedding. It took place in a little stone church on a hill. The bride, dressed appropriately in white, franticly clutched her synthetic bouquet. The groom took her shaky hand, sweat seeping through the polyester at his underarms. It hard to be in love with a rifle pressed to your lower back. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat just thinking about it. He glanced around in a frenzy, His mother's excessive eye-makeup rolled down her cheeks. His older brother stood in the back row. Deaf and dumb, the idiot child, hammer in hand. They read their vows in tears and somewhere not too far away a rooster crowed. I took the opportunity to lean over and bite his earlobe. We knew we were going to hell.



yeah...just toying for now.