this morning #321.

this morning, a choice voice was nudging him towards moving on to the next phase of patriot praise for the land that he loved & defended. that ol’ ‘murican pride was coursing through his veins like the waters of the mighty missouri. at this moment, it was still unclear in what way his rapidly raging enthusiasm would manifest itself but it was bound to be something entirely fuckin’ baller, something that made people stand up & take notice. he cracked open a bud & gathered his thoughts, a process that took about five seconds. he was more of a deep drinker than a deep thinker. as a result, that afternoon his ‘murica fuck yeah patriotic plan would end up getting a bunch of people killed.