My truck is rusted, disheveled, a heap of nothing - my life.

I have a wild pack of family dogs - I have that and they are my closest neighbors.
(10 points for getting the poorly chosen reference)

I have a house and it stands all by itself on six concrete legs. It holds ALL my beer conveniently.
The mailbox is in the shape of a "birdhouse." I get mail from the NDP and the GOP and don't give a rat's ass about either one. I'm libertarian, you see, my acronym is NRA.

The closest thing to civilization is Williston. I shop at the wall mart, it is a mediocre experience. I like to look sideways down perpendicular isles. I like to see the little vignettes:
- A mother and her adolescent child. Mutual Screaming.
- Obese man on electric tricycle.
- College kids being frugal.
- Obese woman on electric tricycle. Man in stained tank top, big mustache.
- Obese couple on electric tricycles.
- Old people comparing paper towels.
- Single man, tall, no shirt, looks tired and wired at the same time.
But I'm just here to buy chex mix in bulk.