Sunday, July 15, 2007

he didn't have a phone, but he sold cocaine.

"i don't think he likes me. i asked him if he'd ever fucked an animal and he didn't appreciate it" she says harshly. File it under: general assumptions made about the sect of American society we call white trash. The state equivalent of a "flyover country" she calls them. She frantically rummages through her bag for the remainders of a joint or a cigarette.
"What's worse? Being ditched by someone from Alaska, Oklahoma, or Illinois?"
This is met with silence. She grew up overseas. Her parents have lots of money, so she doesn't do anything, unless drugs and driving around aimlessly count. She shaved her head once and went to go work on the Alaskan Pipeline, and while she did go to Alaska,she never made it to the pipeline. She fell in love and had a psychotic episode instead. She says she's been institutionalized on 3 continents, which I've never doubted.
"The one from Illinois, at least he lived like, 5 miles from the edge" she tells me. Somehow, the residents of Indiana have brought civility slightly past the borders of their state. I've was there once, years ago, and cannot remember if this is true.
"All these perfect Adonis hick white boys. and I'm being ejected from the Aryan Nation because I'm crazy?"

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