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Why not rant in Oklahoma? I see two Indians through that magnifying bottom of my thick mug and they are doing just that, going at it, taking off one feather at a time and keeping the rant up, keeping it loud. But not everyone thinks this is a good idea or even one that will kill the cock and save the morning, or in this case, the late afternoon where drinking is where I think I should be because I am old enough. It is late afternoon when two other guys of Portuguese extraction, their colors clashing with the Indians in some basic crayola way, they come up and order those two out of the state, out of the way of all the inhabitants of this here hemisphere really, but mostly just over the state line which is the one that abuts Kansas in a big way, which is encouragingly close which is what they say a few times too many. Well, by the time I pull the heavy glass from off my cheekbones, these two have already faced off with these other two, saying it is a free country isn't it? Then the other two say it's not their country, that they don't own it and they say back what about the back country then, what about the fed lands? This is getting all too technical for the four of them who have just about tangled, who have just about flown into it and let go, so what happens is that a big black bug labors in just then across the dubiously carpeted floor and it is glossy like it was painted just a minute ago, glossy like it was just now spit on, and the one and then the two of them, although all involved with the technicalities of location and mislocation, they notice. They give out a Shit in a way that I try years later, my beer days gone and in the bathroom standing beside a plug, my eyes on the scum of myself clogging the drain where another big black thing is making its way, is hiking up like it has finally reached somewhere in its life and it is going to lay eggs, dagnabbit, or anyway mate if anything of this size exists that matches, if this is not the very same bug that come out of the carpet when this rant had been happening so long ago the magnifying bottom of the mug had maybe sucked the time down with it and made it even smaller than I remember but I do remember because of the way it made its way.
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Shit, they say then, two of them at the same time, whereupon all four give notice to down at their feet where this extremely glossy bug of a size is making its way across the crumbed up grey wet nap of the carpet underfoot and they step aside, enough aside actually that they settle up, they use just enough movement to suggest a kind of Kansas has been reached by just enough of the four of them to think different, to let that rant go, to let up.