I'm alive and stark, raving free with only a handful of gravel to suck on for the entire duration of this commercial - free interruption.nWe ran and ran until there was nothing left in our legs but sand and bourbon whiskey.nFuel the ancients,nGod of nothing.nDrizzle down the legs of this woman we call America with the glistening scent of her still on our bodies, telling us to rally over her heathen,njester,npoet,nrogue,ntransient,ndraft dodger,nmisanthrope,nkilljoy,nheat seeker,nmofo,nabscessed,nlawless son of a bitch. nWe can drag out of whatever hobble they had declared their domain and stand on her teethn- America's teeth and make the loudest goddamn noise we can before last call because that's considered the hottest band.nThe tyranny,nthe absolute tyranny,nof being righteous.nnI told that son of a bitch twice.nI asked for the Jack and Coke,nnot rum and Coke,nnot Coke on ice.nJack and fucking Coke!nAnd he looks at me all high and proper and says,nGod man, what's the difference?.nI look him square in his ricochet grin and say,nthe hell with you because if you don't know what flavour's your flavour,nthen we're not really having this conversation.nAnd with that, I upended my giant spooling surface, table and ashtray and flew into a legend to have this asshole fucking bartender describing me as,nquote unquote,n'a mad psycho who's really drunk and threw that table at me for no fucking reason babbling about flavours'. Immortalizing a bar myth for wanting a Jack and Coke and proving a point by punctuating with flying furniture.nTo each his own, I guess. Go figure.nnIs it just me or is irony with its pants up around its ankles throbbing for a break,na better way,na reach around,nanything?nWe turn and face the bullshit like waves of concrete. That sacrilegious moment before the mindset kicks in and you can't take it anymore and your mouth is the trigger and your brain is loaded and the monster wants to take apart every motherfucker on this planet because they deserve to feel this free.nThey don't get it and never will.nSo come on you bastards.nI've got the mountains in my bag and a face full of lines,nlies,nand tributes.nDo you want me?nI'm right fucking here.nAway forever if I actually can see a thousand miles. Save your breath because I'm waiting.nGoing nowhere but up.nNow back to your life - already in progress. n