Sometimes living in the south, I think I’m above the whole redneck thing. The older I get the more I realize “I is one”. Last night I was in the middle of a project and it just hit me. This is a very redneck thing to do and the way I went about setting it up.
Last night I went over to my mama’s house (two doors down) where my truck is parked in her garage to work on it. My Daddy wants it moved now, by the way the Head Gaskets are blown again. So I’m there to work on it, but in order to work on it I need drink, food and music of course. I bring with me a glass of Blackberry Moonshine, a Can of Vienna Sausages, ½ can of Coke and a Drive by Tuckers CD (Decoration Day). I began working on my truck partaking of all the above and it just hit me. I’m a Fucking Redneck! This looks so redneck! And motor oil an’t too bad with Vienna’s.
Also while typing this I realize another story from the night before.

Ok the night before I watched a fire burn with some friends in my back yard. I’ve got two fire pits now and I think I burned the cable line while the fire was a blaze. We were all drinking Beer, Jack Daniels and Blackberry moonshine. Yeah I guess I’ll have to embrace my inter redneck. I better stop before I remember something else.