 I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar and some guy walked in and said, who owns that car with the gun racks and the back wheels and four on the floor? He looked at me and I dang near died and I decided I'd just wait outside. So I laid a dollar on the bar and I headed for the door. Just when I thought I was going to get out there with my skin, these five big dudes come strolling in with this one old drunk chick and some feathered green teeth.