It's not laughter if you're just going through the muscle movements you remember from the times you actually gave a fuck.
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- Sheriff Joe goes around in the wilderness putting up little white crosses to remind undocumented immigrants how dead they ought to be.
When Sheriff Joe finally croaks, there will be ten worse guys to take his place. It always happens like that: "George Wallace is dead! That old racist generation is dying out and things are going to change for the better now!"
NOPE. If you think it's bad now, wait ten or fifteen years.
Arizona is also the place where tiny little tornados come and pick up four-by-fours and whirl them around for a just second before disappearing. When you walk past piles of crap, there's always a chance something could float up and brain you.
I disagree. Sheriff Joe is the last of the dinosaurs. When he's gone, all that will be left is small & annoying birds.
The only thing tethering me to reality is the fact that I spent 3 years in Tucson myself, therefore poisoning the pit of my being with its weirdness and ruining it for Sheriff Joe. I'm damaged goods to his bunch, sure, but I'm still buried under five tons of them.
You'll be back.
Arizona is scary, man.