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A man’s gotta have composure

Vietnam was like a stencil in his mind, inscribing itself upon a’ry sensation that sat still long ’nuff.

The jailhouse seemed solitatious and dark, cavernous in its stillness, the air moist and dense. T’was silent, yet Buck heard the jungle crickets and screeching nightbirds of Vietnam. He knewed them sounds wasn’t real, but he ain’t pluss ’bout it. Buck got composure, that was why. A man’s gotta have composure. Anytime the world quieted, his mind ran o’er with memories, rearing they head whenever nothing real could muscle ’em out. Vietnam was like a stencil in his mind, inscribing itself upon a’ry sensation that sat still long ’nuff.

From Buck the Conservative

No coppin’ no feels on Goober’s watch

You ain’t in some flooze trap in a port town no more, son. You in civilized society now. Best act propuh.

“Then take her home. You got a right to despoil a female in yo’ own home, so long as you don’t drag her in there,” Officer Goober said. He wagged his finger at Buck. “This ain’t a red-light district. You on the mary-jane, son?”
“No! I ain’t a hippie,” Buck said.
“You ain’t under arrest, but I’m taking you to the jailhouse,” Officer Goober said. “You can sleep it off there. No charges filed. I understand you strugglin’ to recommendate to the civilian life. You gotsta get a handle on yo’self. You ain’t in some flooze trap in a port town no more, son. You in civilized society now. Best act propuh.” Then he added with a derisive sneer, “No coppin’ no feels on Goober’s watch, nossuh.”

From Buck the Conservative

Buck the Conservative

It’s 1969, and hillbilly veteran Buck Sampson is home from Vietnam, while his bunkmate Smooches is a free love hippie. Can they find a way to live together? Buck’s big, tough and intimidating to Smooches, who cowers before him. But they just might have a couple things in common too…

Then when the lights go out, Buck is ready to drain his balls even without any women. Can Smooches survive his manly ways?!

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