I plan to do a comprehensive series of essays and reports on the small agricultural communities which dot the fertile landscape around The Compound. It will be much like Garrison Keillor’s tales of the fictional town of Lake Wobegon, only stupider. In this series I plan to explore the hometown charm and quaint Midwestern lifestyle of Jerkwater Junction, Indiana. The lovely shaded streets, the idyllic town square with its historic buildings, the domestic violence, chronic obesity, alcoholism and thriving, trailer park meth labs. I will include photos, taken surreptitiously, of the actual people, places and lifestyle exemplified in Small Town Amërïkä.
I also planned to eat better, exercise more and quit drinking, but none of these things have happened. So this may be the first and last in this series.
One toke over the line sweet Jesus, one toke over the line.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to "Hermit's People of Walmart (tm)".
ReplyDeleteDon't harbor any high expectations. I'm not comfortable taking pictures of people who don't like their picture taken. Like the Mayans, the local townsfolk believe a camera can capture a person's soul and sentence them to eternal damnation.
ReplyDelete"I'm gonna' let you in on a little secret, Wal-Mart sucks."
Expectations sufficiently squelched. And thanks for the tip, Rainman's brother.
Delete"...where the men and woman are hairy-chested as well as intoxicated, the children are wasted, and the trailer roofs all have two coats of that silver paint...the good stuff..."
ReplyDelete".....and the children are all well below average."
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