So how do you like the freedom of being in the raw of nature with the gross potential of finding yourself in the stone menagerie? Now, what do I mean by this? Maybe, I am referring to the silly little waif of a Governor who wants to put you in the 'Icicle Garden' for forgetting that you are packing heat and drinking the Southern Elixir of your choice. For example, you are floating along the streets of Charleston going from one juice joint to another, getting smashed and forgetting that you are carrying heat. Along comes the stone wall of your creativity, and you react because you misunderstood the meaning of the visual confronting you. What you perceive as flesh is in fact cold stone. You expose the heat that you are carrying around with you and fire because "any port in a storm" will do when you are in a port town like Charleston, SC. OK! So, in your juiced up state of creativity, you are in the old west battling the truth of the "gun fight at the OK corral." When the dust settles, you realize that the windows of your outhouse were but the dirty thought that society swept under the rug of reality leaving you to battle the sexual persecution of the "Icicle Garden."