I am in Carthage, North Carolina.
I have never been to a more ass-backwards, stuck in time town in my life.
I mean “We’re going over to the black neighborhood.”?
“A black couple bought it.”?
“Their last name wasn’t Jones or Smith!” ?
“You know their type…*whispered* homosexual.” ?
I mean, what the fuck? This is just….
This might be culture shock, coming from Atlanta, I don’t know, but goddamn. I now see that there was no chance of Amendment One not being passed here.
I mean, I saw a kid out in a tobacco field pick off a leaf and start chewing on it while I was walking. He was like 8 or 9. And he looked up at me, a girl so white her kids will probably combust in the sun, and saw my dark hair and eyes and went:
“The hell you lookin’ at? You got dark hair. Are you part wetback or sumthin’?”
Enter me, completely and totally shocked that words like that came out of the mouth of an eight year old.
My Reaction was something like this (In order):
I can’t wait to be back to civilized, diverse city life.
Because I’m in redneck hell.
HAHAHAH welcome to the South, Satan’s Ass Crack
