They bend him in half, bind ankles to wrists and drop him in the 55 gallon drum so only his butt sticks out.

Voice 1: How they keep them little skinny mo’ fuckers from totally disappearing?

Voice 2: Man, they fill them barrels halfway with rocks.

The ROKS (Republic of Korean Soldiers) beat an early morning tune on that butt sinking fast.

First there’s the bloody butt, then the butt bones, then just the bloody barrel.

We go back inside to get high before our shift back on the gun.

 Fred Nicholson