Have a Pabst Tiff

It's my sister's birthday today. Here's a little clip from Madness & Bubblegum that was inspired by my sister and the part-time job she had of delivering mail in the twilight zone.

My sister runs a rural mail-route in the middle of Nowhere, Arizona. It's the kind of place where you will find more mobile homes than teeth. A part of back road America where trespassers will be shot, and shoes and shirts are optional. It is the Bible belt, the wild west, the backbone, and the heartland. It's too close for comfort.
She's a pretty girl, my sister, with shoes and a full set of teeth. She likes country music and cowboys, tattoos and trucks, but she is far from relating to the element that surrounds her through her work day.
However, the element lives high on the confidence of Coors and Milwaukee's Best, and they have plans for this pretty girl delivering their court summons and food stamps. They want her on the back of their motorcycles, and sitting tight against their side on the bench seat of their Ford pick-up. They talk to her of Nascar, and look for their reflection against the shine of her smile. Then they both laugh, her because it's funny, and them for not knowing what else to do. I like to think that I’m different from them, but I don’t know really. I mean how many times did I have a bowl of chili and three glasses of whiskey for dinner?