We were somewhere around Wagoner on the edge of Snake Creek when the CBD vape pen began to take hold… Suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats… And a voice was screaming, “Holy Mary Fallin, what are these goddamn animals…” Then it was quiet again. Patrick had taken off his shirt and was pouring a beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process.
Okay, so maybe it isn’t quite the case that the contributors at TLO are on a savage journey into the heart of the American Dream. But what is true is that somewhere in Wagoner County, there is an infestation of what many people fear and loathe.