I want to be moved and grooved, taken where I’ve never been before

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Ah, it was good to be back among my people again. And I’m not talking about southerners. I’m talking about Americans. Naked Americans. In the parking lot there were cars and pickups with tags from as far away as Illinois. The fight was being held in an enormous building that must have once been a paint and body shop of some sort, a building large enough to accommodate at least five hundred people. There were as many women there as there were men, but no children that I could see. The building was closed and blue with smoke. If there was a hand there that didn’t have a whiskey bottle or a beer can in it, I didn’t see it. Money was everywhere, balled in fists and folded between fingers and hanging from shirt pockets. There were men standing in $400 suits and others in overalls. There were lacquered women who didn’t seem to sweat at all and other women who would have sweated if you’d shucked ’em down and put ’em in a deep freeze. There was an incredible din, the noise of violence, viciousness, and the lust for blood and money. The naked American. Nothing fake here. Life insurance and retirement plans were forgotten, children were forgotten, there was no future, only the moment, and the moment was savage.