In Oklahoma we have 3.2 point beer, my parents come to visit me sometimes and they bring there own beer from Ohio (6.0). Sometimes my friends and I make "beer runs" to Arkansas or Missouri so we can get real beer. But we don't steel it dumbfuck. I hope you get caught, and your cellmate bubba pounds your ass till you bleed.

To the guys in the city: most hicks don't know what it's like to make it in the city, it's a different world, I've lived in both places. Most city boys can't make it in the country either; they seem to get their ass kicked a lot. It's all fists, no guns or knives in the country, and these guys hit like freight trains. In the city everybody is a fuckin backstabber. Thugs and gangsta's don't really know how to fight unless they've got their buddies, a weapon, or a big advantage. Guns and knives are required, and the stakes are a lot higher. I like the people in the country better, and the scenery better, but I live everything the city offers job wise and entertainment wise. Two different worlds, different threats, different methods of survival, so please, don't try to act hard or I'll e-whoop your ass.