It’s not that I’m embarrassed of where I came from; I just think I’m ready for the City.
Like how many times can I knock down a barn, watch it get rebuilt, then knock it down again?
It’s fish in a barrel out here.
Nobody can afford steel, so everything falls like a house of cards. Even schools.
I used to think picking up a herd of cattle and scattering it across the county was a big deal–my dad only did that once.
But now I’m like, show me some tanks. Give me a suspension bridge to fuck up. Know what I mean?
It’s not that I’m bigger than lighting…okay, maybe I’m bigger than lightning.
Out here anyway.
I’m bigger than famine.
