Indiana Tran
Joshua said, "You're practically there on the one year anniversary of Katrina." I thought about it - it does seem historic, doesn't it? One of our history's worst disasters, but as much debri, missing windows, FEMA trailers, and hints that Katrina was here - I tried not to reflect on it. People here are rebuilding, inspite of being screwed out of financial aid, manpower, or just time. These people are just trying to get back to "normal," and for that I can respect that effort.
My friend Kristalyn wanted me to come down here with her, she's Indiana Jones but much hotter. She also has this friend named Autumn who shares that same sentiment [from what I've heard, we've only known of each other through Kristalyn], but both of these ladies storm the country. Kristalyn has been to most of the country, and her friend does a lot of traveling too. When I say traveling, I don't just mean Michigan Ave or the Sax Fifth Avenue in whatever metropolis, I mean backpacking through Puerto Rico, Mexico, the bayou of Louisiana, or the abandoned graves of South Carolina. On this trip, Kristalyn's let me ride her coat tails - we've ventured out to a plantation [the one where Primary Colors and Interview with a Vampire were shot], and we [including Katie May] had a hard laugh about how the last woman of the plantation decided to make a tear drop walkway to the backdoor of the house, because somehow that landscaping job would rectify that slavery stigma.
But it doesn't always have to be so serious, and that is what these trips remind me of - the joy of just laughing. For example, I asked Kristalyn if I could have one of her meatballs, and she said it depends on how many there are. Katie May said, if there were only one, wouldn't they call it spaghetti and meatball. And I said, "We can call it the Lance Armstrong Special."
We had time to go to Baton Rouge, or the Red Stick, and then Kristalyn went into the history behind it and really all I wanted to see was what fucking institution had accredited Shaquille O'Neal with a degree. We got to see LSU, the tiger that they kept caged next to the stadium, and most amusingly was the billboard for a chain restaurant called "CAGED," that had a billboard that depicted a dog painted to look like a tiger. I'm still not sure if it was photoshopped or if someone took the time to paint a dog. The jury is still out.
With all this - I remembering thinking, how sad it is for everyone to talk about loving America. It's beautiful on postcards and on July 4th to be all fucking patriotic. To salute the flag and say America is the best place in the world, but it's so sad that few people ever venture out into the thick of it to see what you can actually say you love and hate about it. Because you can't honestly say you love everything about anything, there are always dents, flaws, weaknesses that you look past. But so few of us venture out past our area code to discover what they actually are.
My friend Kristalyn wanted me to come down here with her, she's Indiana Jones but much hotter. She also has this friend named Autumn who shares that same sentiment [from what I've heard, we've only known of each other through Kristalyn], but both of these ladies storm the country. Kristalyn has been to most of the country, and her friend does a lot of traveling too. When I say traveling, I don't just mean Michigan Ave or the Sax Fifth Avenue in whatever metropolis, I mean backpacking through Puerto Rico, Mexico, the bayou of Louisiana, or the abandoned graves of South Carolina. On this trip, Kristalyn's let me ride her coat tails - we've ventured out to a plantation [the one where Primary Colors and Interview with a Vampire were shot], and we [including Katie May] had a hard laugh about how the last woman of the plantation decided to make a tear drop walkway to the backdoor of the house, because somehow that landscaping job would rectify that slavery stigma.
But it doesn't always have to be so serious, and that is what these trips remind me of - the joy of just laughing. For example, I asked Kristalyn if I could have one of her meatballs, and she said it depends on how many there are. Katie May said, if there were only one, wouldn't they call it spaghetti and meatball. And I said, "We can call it the Lance Armstrong Special."
We had time to go to Baton Rouge, or the Red Stick, and then Kristalyn went into the history behind it and really all I wanted to see was what fucking institution had accredited Shaquille O'Neal with a degree. We got to see LSU, the tiger that they kept caged next to the stadium, and most amusingly was the billboard for a chain restaurant called "CAGED," that had a billboard that depicted a dog painted to look like a tiger. I'm still not sure if it was photoshopped or if someone took the time to paint a dog. The jury is still out.
With all this - I remembering thinking, how sad it is for everyone to talk about loving America. It's beautiful on postcards and on July 4th to be all fucking patriotic. To salute the flag and say America is the best place in the world, but it's so sad that few people ever venture out into the thick of it to see what you can actually say you love and hate about it. Because you can't honestly say you love everything about anything, there are always dents, flaws, weaknesses that you look past. But so few of us venture out past our area code to discover what they actually are.
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