Never Meanin' No Harm...

I must have a bartender's face. Kentucky boy tellin' me 'bout his good ole days. We sang the theme from Dukes of Hazzard and he nudged his friend. Check this shit out! As if I didn't watch television or know popular culture. He says with a slight crooked smile, momma, I can make a mean biscuits and gravy in the mornin'. Shook my head and hid my redness. I got back in the truck, headed North, knowing all the lessons about fucking with Southern white boys. He was ready to straighten some curves and flatten my hills! Most times, I'm the first try. Or the comfortable yet distanced dip into the dark side. Beats all you never saw! I just made my way.