
Gal Talk
A Spot by The Highway
For those of you who have never had the pleasure of driving through any area in Missouri or Kansas, or hey, most of the Midwest, which I consider not only Missouri to be a member of, but also the sole representative for, due to the way it embodies the true spirit of the middle of the country, where there is no real democracy, no law other than what the police decide in-that-moment, and the weather is god awful pretty much regardless of the season... but for those who haven't had the utmost pleasure of visiting, let me explain to you that all Missouri or most of the Midwest is boils down to a series of buildings just off the highway. The highway is actually The Midwest, and these sparse and embarrassing aspirations of "cities" and "towns" are just little patches of grass beside it. People from Chicago might argue with me, because they live in what could be, at face value, the only real city in the area, but don't be deceived by their self interest. It's still just a really big spot off the highway. A place where we let some glass and steel hang out until we needed it again, and for some reason a bunch of fools decided to live there, thinking they could mirror culture until it manifested as sincere. What other places should I shit on? Nebraska? What the fuck is Nebraska once you remove Springsteen? Corn? No thank you.

