I received a call from my cohort in crime, a large man with a shaved head and a kilt, wewanted to go out and see what Oklahoma City had to offer, and what we found was farfrom what we were expecting, in places where decadence should be had, all we foundwas empty souls everywhere we went. The seedy underbelly of Oklahoma City, in thestrip clubs, seeing the drugs and desperation, trying to figure out who’s more desperate,you for going to such a establishment, or them for recognizing you because at one point inyour existence you were nice to this person, and sweet Jesus I get that a lot. Thedesperation of a nation can be seen here, from the dancers themselves who have to havetwo or more jobs to provide for their children to the guys who come in with their buttonup shirts and fancy neck ties just outwardly showing that they have a little more moneythen the weirdo wearing a Scully cap and beach shoes, but at what cost, people have beentrained to see a tie as a point of distinction, well I find them half right, I see a tie as aprimitive control collar that as long as you have it on you may continue to suckle at thegreat teat of corporations, these poor bastards, they look “professional” but when youlook into they’re eyes you feel as is something was lost, something that cannot be gottenback by simply removing the noose that controls their everyday life, and something I fearwill never return to these poor automatons. So on this cool night in Oklahoma City I findmy heart going out to the people I’ve met from dancers to business men. I wish the best ofluck for their children.