Goddamn, you look good, Mr. Davis. “I know.” What are those trousers made of? “Masculinity. And some sort of reptile.” You always were a snappy dresser. “That’s what I hated about those fucking hillbilly bands I used to have to play with. Sloppy little white children. If they was my white children, I’d drown ’em … Continue reading Sketches Of Oklahoma