Poor Aaron. Timin’s a bitch. This here’s an interesting record, a new-day Country boy can surive kinda’ lyric mixed in with reminiscence about lessons learned from bein’ screwed by the slicks in the city of lost angels. And he’s got Charlie Daniels and George Jones both doin’ a turn with some drop-bys in the groove. Problem? He opens the song confessin’ he likes weed. He closes sayin’ he likes his guns and anybody who tries to screw with his world’s gonna have some serious problems. Guns and weed and veiled threats of violence. Not exactly the concoction a guy should be sounding off about at this particular moment in the time continuum.