nostalgia

i'm going home soon, which has me thinking about all of the things i like at home.

i grew up in a dry county - no cold beer, liquor store closes at ten, last call is midnight. i hear vague rumors that my county is getting less dry, but i'll believe it when i see it. when i was little, sometimes on a sunday, my dad and i would drive out to the crossroads in his old beater truck to get a six pack of cold PBR (for him) and a grape slush puppie (for me). those are, honestly, some of the very happiest memories of my life.

the last time i was home my dad and i went out to columbus, the next town over, for some sunday beers. on our way we passed the latest addition to the crossroads: The Pony. the pony may be the skeeviest strip club ever. outside the pony is a huge metal statue of (natch) a pony. with a raging boner. the pony boner. a poner, if you will. during the daytime hours, the poner is covered with a neon pink thong. imagine that being your job: time to go put the thong on the poner, steve!

that, in a nutshell, is small town mississippi. if you're laughing, then you understand why i miss it.