Existence Womb (77)

   
   "Existence Womb (77)"
   
   Buck had taken Miriam to a local tavern in downtown Little Rock.  There, encompassed by tobacco chewing rednecks and sublime cooters filled with Tebow's Divine Protestantism, the liquor was flowing, and the twosome sat in the back, their backs to the wall, like Shane the cowboy--them always on the lookout for government spooks.  They enjoyed the tube that showcased the Razorback baseball season.  The indigenous Arkansas people calling them Hogs, going:  "Woo Pig Sooie--RAZORBACK!"
  
MIRIAM
This is really country, and freaking weird.

BUCK
What do they have here in Arkansas save the Hogs and the resonating memory of Bill Clinton's Achilles' heel concerning his raging testosterone?

   Then, a big-mouthed, drunken lady and her Baby Huey son approached, them wasted on whiskey and utter ignorance.  The large-mouthed woman glaring right at Miriam.

WOMAN
Little girl--I've noticed you've been chain-smoking.  Like I taught my son here--everything in moderation.

BUCK
What are you, a Buddhist?  And I know the physics of the Dao Symbol lady; plus, your son is drunk off his ass.  Get the splinter out of your eye before you try to get it out of another's.

MIRIAM
And maybe you shouldn't allow your Baby Huey son to drink so much big mouth.  So, go sit back down, throw up all night, and enjoy your ignorance.  Later on we'll give thanks to God, and pray that you are infused by the Holy Spirit.  Works better than whiskey, ya know.