A buttload of trouble

There was these two fellers talking one morning down at the courthouse, as I came upon them as I was stretching my legs. The night before was the stuff of comedy and astonishment. Years later I had a buttload of trouble accomplishing things, and at that time, I was genuinely trying to stay away from conflict (the struggle is indeed a struggle). In times of great struggle, well, that’s when the castles catch fire, and buildings slide and you can’t tell the phantoms from your next-door neighbors.