My hometown

Thank God we live in a quiet little red-neck po-dunk white-trash
Kick Ass! Mountain town!

-South Park, Asses Of Fire

I like to think of where I grew up, Humboldt County, CA, as a little mountain town. It was definitely a mixture of hippie and redneck white-trash. I liked it though, and it was home. Of course we moved away. Far, far away to a less quiet, redneck, small town into a much bigger place. Granted, I’d like not to reveal that place at the moment.
Honestly my old town isn’t really the same as it was before. It’s a little more big and corporate and changes are being made, but it’s still the same old town and I like visiting once in a great while. Now that I’m a little busier with my art and school, finding the time to visit is harder now and who wants to drive or fly that far to Humboldt County?
Anyways, sorry for the small post today, big stuff going on and I’m not finding easy time.
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