dolsen called me tonight. he's an old friend from piece of shit hick town that i'm forced to visit twice a year so my mom will keep paying half of my schooling bill, otherwise known as douglas.
it's always nice talking to him, since he's one of the (very few) people i care about enough to keep any sort of ongoing contact with. i realized soon after moving up here that the other people weren't really worth it since when i moved away everyone stopped calling me and whatnot. he's also one of the (scarily few) people that have successfully escaped the black hole that is douglas and struck out on their own, so our conversations generally revolve around the handful of good times we had there and how much of a cess pool it is, and occasionally gossip about who's still there.
the gossip is always the funniest part. i like hearing how many people have popped sprog, and who's seen who in walmart. that's really all i ever hear tale of since that's really all that ever goes on there. it's so sad when people have big dreams of leaving and then end up getting pregnant and settling there. i guess it wouldn't be sad if i knew they were happy there, but i recall that no one i knew was really happy there.
douglas is a place to go to die. not a place to live as someone under like, 50. there's nothing to do. you have to drive an hour to get to anyplace decent. there are no buildings over 3 stories, no parking decks, no roads over 4 lane, no restaurants worth a fuck, no decent shopping, and the weirdest thing of all: there are tons of car places, and yet i never saw an infiniti, acura, saab, isuzu, suzuki, or anything other than chevy, ford, nissan, honda, and gm down there. i'm actually surprised none of the repulicans chased the japanese dealerships away, because they are encouraging people to "not buy american".
visiting down there really makes me appreciate what i have here so much more. within 3 miles of my apt, i have a mall, 4 schools, a wide variety of decent restaurants and fast food, 5 grocery stores, 3 different pet stores, 3 starbucks, and 2 kinkos. i really never have to travel more than a mile or two to get to anything i need, unless i want to go to a museum or the botanical gardens or something, when i lived down there i had to drive 30 miles to get to a fucking mc donalds. and there was only one mc donalds in the entire county, i live by 2 now.
it's so funny when my mom comes to atlanta. she's so awed by the skyscrapers and the paved roads, and absolutely freaks the fuck out in the traffic up here. i remember when i first moved up here and i was lost all the time and in awe and i thought that i would never get used to it. it kinda snuck up on me, but i think i've fully acclimated to living here. i think that might be why i'm itching to move again.
Republicans stopped caring about "Buy American" a long time ago. As long as one of them owns the local business so they get a cut, they don't care. "Buy American" is a union thing, which are normally Democrats.
Every couple of years I end up back in Prattville for some reason and end up running into people I went to HS with. It's pretty much the same thing. Everyone had big plans but 90% of them ended up staying in Prattville, pumping out babies and turning out just like their parents. Not much changes except the Wal-Mart moves every couple of years leaving an abandoned building behind.
my howm town, crockett, CA, is just like that. i'm, what, twelve years older than you, and i still go "home" and see people in the same jobs with the same spouses and the same houses and the same cars as they had in - or barely post - high school. ew.