Life factoid: Ya can't please everyone all the time. Fuck them fuckin' fucks anyhow.
I've lived on the North Coast of California for a while now (13 years actually). Yah, on my profile it says San Francisco... but who really wants to tell random folks what small town you REALLY live in?! I sure don't!
Anyway, this area is a funny mix. You have your growers (and growers that don't seem like they'd be growers!), the hippies/activists/vegan/veggie folk, your standard rednecks, a large latin sect, artists, the hoity toity rich folk, tweakers/drunks/druggies, punks, skaters and general oddballs. My son went to a school where there was actual peer pressure to be vegeterian, which, coming from Orange County, I thought was qutie novel.
I think I've gradually morphed from O.C. punk to NorCal oddball with a dash of redneck. Here's why: I was driving along with my family as a buck (male deer) crossed the road. Beautiful thing, it was. I told my husband, "That there was a three pointer!" Now, he grew up on a ranch in Colorado and lived on the northcoast most of his life... He says to me, "Honey, that was a very redneck thing to say." I thought, oh shit! That WAS a redneck thing to say! What the hell is happening to me?! jk... I'm not at all bothered by it. Where's my shotgun? Where's my magnum? Let's go to the local bar and raise hell, yeeee-haw!
P.S. I love to drive my truck down a dusty dirt road! Damn thing's busted right now. Waah!
P.S.S. Hank III rocks!!!
I've lived on the North Coast of California for a while now (13 years actually). Yah, on my profile it says San Francisco... but who really wants to tell random folks what small town you REALLY live in?! I sure don't!
Anyway, this area is a funny mix. You have your growers (and growers that don't seem like they'd be growers!), the hippies/activists/vegan/veggie folk, your standard rednecks, a large latin sect, artists, the hoity toity rich folk, tweakers/drunks/druggies, punks, skaters and general oddballs. My son went to a school where there was actual peer pressure to be vegeterian, which, coming from Orange County, I thought was qutie novel.
I think I've gradually morphed from O.C. punk to NorCal oddball with a dash of redneck. Here's why: I was driving along with my family as a buck (male deer) crossed the road. Beautiful thing, it was. I told my husband, "That there was a three pointer!" Now, he grew up on a ranch in Colorado and lived on the northcoast most of his life... He says to me, "Honey, that was a very redneck thing to say." I thought, oh shit! That WAS a redneck thing to say! What the hell is happening to me?! jk... I'm not at all bothered by it. Where's my shotgun? Where's my magnum? Let's go to the local bar and raise hell, yeeee-haw!
P.S. I love to drive my truck down a dusty dirt road! Damn thing's busted right now. Waah!
P.S.S. Hank III rocks!!!
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
go to this:
http://filipinoinsider.com/April2006.pdf
and scroll down to page 8
what a great description!
sounds like a great place for you to be