Maybe it should have been a warning, walking into the palace of capitalism, the house of low end culture, the mall. Why do I forget that Columbia, Missouri. Is CENTRAL Missouri? Where less than 20 years ago, they would wave the confederate flag after a touchdown. My god, what was I thinking. We walk into the mall and what do I see, the biggest, ugliest, chaw chewing redneck in my life. And he had the gall to scoff at me when I opened the door. Sorry chum, you can't put the sweater from sears on layaway, fucker. Next time a redneck givesme some shit, well, I probably won't do anything about it. I'll probably just write it down here.



I need to get out of here before I start to hate it.  ¶ 11/17/2002 08:49:00 AM