Smoking a cigarette.
In my boxer shorts.
Peeing.
When a shiny Cadillac pulled up along side the road. The electric windows powered down revealing a well decorated blue haired lady.
"You should be ashamed of your self! We shouldn't have to look at that! Don't you have a bathroom?!?"
I shook it, flexed at the knees like we men always do and stowed it away again. I took a long draw from the smoke, blew out a puffy cloud.
"Naw! I ain't got a bathroom! But it's okay. I'm from Arkansas
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