My home, guys. Let me explain it.
As most of you probably know by now, I live in Durham, NC, USA. But Durham's a hard city to explain. Have I ever stumbled over trying to do that? Well don't worry.
Because I found the perfect explanation.
From Texts From Last Night:
"Apparently they shut down a cook out cause people were selling drugsout the drive thru. Nice to be home"
Note that Cook Out is a regional fast food chain that (as Megan can definitely testify) is incredibly delicious and incredibly ghetto. There is no indoor seating, and the menu focuses on hush puppies, barbecue, burgers, hot dogs, etc... and a few dozen flavors of specialty milkshakes. You can get one hundred hush puppies for under ten dollars. It is that sort of a place.
And guys? That text? That is Durham. That is straight up classic Bull City ghettotastic perfection right there. I cannot even express how proud I am of my crazy ghetto-ass hometown for producing that text, guys. This is what Durham is.
See, the part that makes it so wonderful isn't even the drugs. It's the "Nice to be home". Because there's a good chance that wasn't sarcasm. We celebrate our ghetto-ness. We sing of it. And what I assume, you shall throw tied-together sneakers up over and walk away from and call it a day, and I shall shake my head affectionately and say, "OH DURHAM."
I'm off to weep with pride, guys. That's barely a joke.