Existence Womb (74)

   
   "Existence Womb (74)"
   
   Miriam and Buck had hot-wired a 2006 MINI Cooper, turbo.  They drove hundreds of miles, her still ornamented in wet granny panties, and Buck's human face still having the glow of an angry and suspicious wolf.  It was silence.  No mercy.  Like a potently painful evacuation of the bowels from a disturbed colon; regardless, the made it to Tuscaloosa, having the serendipity of stumbling upon a rural habitat with a clothes line having a summer dress that fit Miriam, and a pair of overalls in confederate gray denim for Buck.  Plus, there was a new model Mustang, lighting Buck's eyes up brilliantly, his effulgent face happy to thieve the car, and they were off--for Arkansas.
   
BUCK
When we get to Razorback Nation---
  
MIRIAM
Razorback what?  I thought we were going to Arkansas?
  
BUCK
That's the nickname.  They love the Hogs like ascetics adore God Almighty.  Anyway, it's their football mascot, and we need to get some Razorback shirts, blend in--I'll give myself a buzz cut, and we'll do our best to lay low.
  
MIRIAM
Hey, I want a buzz cut too.  Not going back to that psycho pokey.  I'll look like one of them Irish/Lesbian Rockers from the 1990's.   I'm ready for a change.  A coyote change.
  
BUCK
And what adapts best to change?
  
MIRIAM
The coyote, of course.  As long as it's not a trick.
  
BUCK
Talk to God.  Know your inner coyote.  You may have an ace up your sleeve after all.