"The Milky Way Brothers (2)"
Gloin and Davy Milky Way were in the classic Ranchero. The V-8 was rocketing with pit bull rumble. Gloin was piloting the classic muscle car/truck. Davy was playing with his girly goatee.
"You're too pretty for facial hair Davy," Gloin had blurted out with barrel-chested thunder. "For Christ's sake, you look like a quasi-bearded lady at one of em cheap carnivals that comes to town."
Davy just grinned with his chipped teeth. Dental work done by way of hard candy. Didn't mind getting the business from big bro--was used to it. Was just glad to be exiting Tennessee where the governor was a demonic troll under freedom's bridge and the lieutenant governor was a shape-shifting reptilian hung up on devouring baby flesh. Verily, Dad needed the herb to calm and soothe his disrupted gut. The agonizing pain of bleeding while you punched out a stinky shit was not the crystal smooth lovemake of a delicious bowel movement; indeed, Davy couldn't comprehend evacuating your bowels and squirting blood at the same time, and Tennessee politics had not a single slice of mercy. What was it that Christ offered: "Blessed are the merciful, for they too shall receive mercy." Well not in the Volunteer State, bought by a billion dollar governor. Thus, Davy offered wisdom over the hungry sounds of the hot rod, saying, "You can't make billions in America without there being a few dead bodies along the way."
Gloin was stoic in response. "People have a right and privilege to medicine. But all the healthy politicians will get theirs. Unless of course they're run over by a garbage truck."
"Do they even have garbage trucks anymore? Isn't all that shit done on the Internet nowadays?"
Gloin was like, "Davy, you're too stupid for life. But God bless you." Then, noticing a fancy lady thumbing her way Westwards, holding a sign over her bosom that said: CALIFORNIA OR BUST!
