It’s not all bent brass knuckles and broken beer bottles.

Teeth chipped on granite counter tops is an upscale curb biting concoction of mild mannered gun rights and low mannered taxation signaling the bourgeoisie pilfering rogue at the kitchen island wondering if the shotgun toting soccer mom is secretly brewing meth in the back yard while junior wrestles with an internet gaming addiction, full blown as diagnosed by the child psychologist red Miata driving stuck up know-it-all who prescribes way too much on the belief of over medicating the young when it’s the bottle he wants to give them, a bottle of jack be nimble jack be quick to sneak a sip or gulp of Dew and Don’ts in the sea of mixed alcoholic beverages as Red Bull runs down Dew in a semi-trailer of relaxed standards and bar time booty calls of slurred speech and mild benign onset dizziness where we all fall down like roses or roses having carnal love on top of a bed of beer soaked splintered wood.