English III
My neighbors are undeniably American. Directly behind me lives a man named John. John is a divorced, middle-aged alcoholic with two sons and a gas-guzzling SUV. He has an apartment-basement which he rents out to a life-sized Barbie doll named Jeannine. Jeannine is raising two young girls with southern accents who will inevitably develop eating disorders in high school. Across from John lives the Ball family. Mr. Ball is also probably an alcoholic. He is often heard screaming at his wife and daughters, and frequently hires illegal immigrants to do his yard work. Behind the Ball residence, slightly to the left and perched atop a hill, is the Procter Residence. John’s ex brother-in-law, Brad Proctor, his wife Vicky, and their two children are active members of the local Southern Baptist church. This I can only assume is Vicky’s influence. Vicky is a schoolteacher, a proud mother, a Republican, and a fan of blonde highlights and pink lipstick.
Sometimes I look at these people and think to myself: is this what Americans look like?
Sometimes I look at these people and think to myself: is this what Americans look like?