[Redneck]

#2 sounds like an empty bottle of jim beam and a chevy in the backyard, with a 12-year-old grinding from first to third and back again as his sister stares out the window at the still countryside.
Ever since pa left, wednesdays still feel empty, empty as the worn rubber on the three bike tires leaning against the side of the house, empty as the rows and rows of jars lining the shelves of the 8x6 kitchen, empty as the cheeks of the boy and his brother as they toss uncooked beans into their mouths one at a time

#1 sounds like a wet fart

I see you're from Nashville.