As you know, there are no more Coca-Colas in Mississippi. There aren't any cokes anywhere. They changed them, they did away with them, the fuckers. Except at my farmhouse. I have approximately two thousand seven hundred and forty-four of them in those little wooden flats that they used to ship them around in, faded, red and historic.
   When I have a bad day at work I will go home and throw three or four of them against the rocks in the back pasture.

--- from "Mississippi"