on the range

I'm wearing Old Spice, Original Scent deodorant. I feel like I should be out wrasslin' and ropin' cattle. Yee-fuckin'-haw! Or out on a horse, stoic, smoking a cigarrette with a slight tilt in my head, brim of my hat bent to cover my eyes, pondering the impending drive to Kansas City. "That's right my bovine friends. KC. And when I get hungry, one of you is barbecue. I'm just sayin', that's how cowboys roll."