“She lives in a town of sorry history, indifferent to ethical perspectives, apathetic to female attributes, cargo and trunk liners, spilled oil in the garage, telephone poles shaped like liquor bottles, sustaining burly weather, cardiac distressing cold, tobacco and mortality, lying face-up on the bar’s concrete floor, no one can waste a life faster than a Montana redneck.” HumorRedneckRednecksMontana LifeRedneck NoirKs Book:Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008 Source: Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“He had been hurt doing everything he had ever done. He expected it, even wanted it. Nothing centered a man like pain. Nothing drove the irrelevant bullshit our of your mind like the taste of your own blood. Duffy always wanted to tell people who were worried about the future of their children, or about God and the order of the universe, to go out and break a rib or two. A few broken ribs threw all thoughts of children, God and the order of the universe right out the window. Nobody with broken ribs ever had free-floating anxiety, or so Duffy was convinced. It was cheaper that a psychiatrist and never so humiliating.” Southern LitCountry NoirRedneck NoirAll We Need Of HellSouthern Grit Author:Harry Crews