This kid is obviously suffering from a bloated ego at this point. He doesn't know that never again is he going to get a shot at a woman like this, and someone should have told him to shut up and count his many, many blessings. That's what friends are for. The alternative is to let this kind of people take care of it for you:
I chose this out of all the photos of the legal proceedings because I was surprised how well it captured contemporary Tennesseeans: you see the guy pointing the finger here? This is what every man in Tennessee looks like. You can see some of them in the background, too. See how they all look just like that other guy? They're pod people!
That's what's wrong with this picture. You're seeing a person as unimaginative and cropped and clipped and uniform as these guys are lord mistakes, which in the grand scheme are trifling, over a person who although slightly deranged, at least succeeds in being nothing like they are, passive-aggressive golf-shirt cogs in the machine. This photograph reinforces the rock of Gibraltar that is my belief there is no worse place than a Tennessee courtroom.
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i'd say the ones in georgia are pretty bad, too. i mean, people get shot and all.
Hank:
You live in Tennessee. I just said you look like this.
A) Are you going to defend yourself or
B) do you look like this?
we don't take too kindly to that yankee talk 'round here.
actually, there is more interesting culture in tennessee than i was previously aware of. for example, there is a small but thriving rockabilly underground crowd in nashville that i met last night which was quite interesting.
in other news, golf shirts firmly remain among the gentrified, our governor is a democrat, and garrison keillor is nowhere in sight.
now if you'll excuse me, it's time for my shower and it's a long walk to the creek, especially with no shoes and moonshine in my belly.
oh yeah, and dolly parton. enough said.
Rockabilly is punk rock. I'm glad you found some people who --rather than running as far and fast as possible from the fact that they're animals by shaming each other (oh no! I looked at a woman with lust in my heart!) and falling over themselves to get to the Izod factory outlet to stock up on goofy honky duds made by slaves-- gather together to celerate something that is based on feeling good and happy. Even if it is a little repetitive.
My biggest regret in life is that I never had a rockabilly haircut.
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