They say White Trash is a state of mind...that’s all I see in this state of mine. I did what I did to stay alive..packing up zips since ‘85. Every September we would bring the crop in. I suppose I could’ve made better choices but better choices requires better options.

Do the birds still chirp if the sun don't rise? Do the plants all die if the sun don't shine?How can we see when we run around blind? I'm just asking.....

God loves the gangsters and fuck ups...careful how you talk there's Angels amongst us...