Y'all know about my issues with that bastard Miro. I told you I'd fix him.
Step One - Go to Louisiana...where they have Mojo Hands.
Step Two - get Mojo Hand. *
This will destroy the power he has over my woman..Martha. Ostensibly I'm goin' down to Baton Rouge to sell Fried Green Beans and Chicken Wings. I will go Cotton Wood Books, eat at Zippy's Tacos and make myself sick on Beinget Fingers. I will not play the penny slots. I will not play the penny slots. I will get the Mojo Hand. I will not play the penny slots.
Then Thursday I'll be in St. Francisville and Angola Farm...Louisiana State Penitentiary. It's not as wretched as it once was...which says more about how bad it used to be than how lovely it is now. There's no more red hats. ...but your prospects aren't good if you find yourself there. It's an odd place with a culture all it's own...there's a feeling of immersion when you go through the gate. Rightly so...most of them aren't leaving.
They got their woodworking shops, their radio station, their football teams (last time I was down, one of the inmates was sporting a golfball sized Angola football championship ring. I imagine they could put together a team to challenge LSU..if not the Saints) but, it's the Rodeo they're famous for. Being in the infirmary means no work and pain pills...they ride hard as hell. I intend to get my hot dogs into the concession stands. Ha.
Step 3 - Learn to paint sneaky landscapes.
A little busy maybe...that's the thing about swamps but, dig it in detail...
Ha. I'm comin' for your stank ass Miro.
*Step 2 1/2 Send mojo hand to gentleman in England who's having a bit of a Ricky Gervais problem.