Which would you rather have your son be part 2

[King]

Way out west there was this fella... fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Jeff Brown. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Mr. Brown, he called himself ""Bushie". Now, "Bushie" - that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about Bushie that didn't make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place so darned interestin'.

They call Oklahoma City the "City Of Red People." I didn't find it to be that, exactly. But I'll allow there are some redneck folks there. 'Course I can't say I've seen Atlanta, and I ain't never been to Birmingham. And I ain't never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I'll tell you what - after seeing Oklahoma City, and this here story I'm about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin' every bit as stupefyin' as you'd see in any of them other places. And in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin' like the good Lord gypped me.

Now this here story I'm about to unfold took place back in the early 2010s - just about the time of our election with O'Bama and the Tea-baggies. I only mention it because sometimes there's a man... I won't say a hero, 'cause, what's a hero? But sometimes, there's a man. And I'm talkin' about Bushie here. Sometimes, there's a man, well, he's the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that's Bushie, in Oklahoma City.

And even if he's a lazy man - and Bushie was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in Oklahoma State, which would place him high in the runnin' for laziest worldwide. But sometimes there's a man, sometimes, there's a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But... aw, hell. I've done introduced him enough.