Sweet Home Mississippi
Whew, I made it back to Mississippi without crushing any more wild animals with my Brother in Law’s truck. It wasn’t for lack of trying. I must have swerved towards three possums and what was either a large armadillo or possibly a small, frail elderly woman. Regardless of what it was, it moved pretty quick once it saw the headlights bearing down on them.
While in the middle of nowhere, Arkansas, a guy at a craptacular liquor store asked to see my ID. Upon seeing it he stated, “I drove through Mississippi once; in the dark. I feel that is the only way to see Texas or Mississippi; in the dark.” Then he smiled hugely with pride and satisfaction for belittling my home state.
I would have thought of a super, witty comeback about his present state of residence, Arkansas, but his one tooth had me mesmerized. It was clinging tenaciously to his gums in utter defiance to modern dental care. I couldn’t really know for sure whether it was an actual tooth or a strange yellow tumor.
I haven’t slept since I saw it.
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