this just in: Florida is depressing as hell
"I am NOT poor Florida white trash!"
so says Alabama Whorley nee ....um whatever the fuck her name was before, Peaches I guess. She made a fine distinction in the state she came from, like there's a big amount of difference between one and the next (at least in the eyes and ears of a boy theoretically born and raised in Detroit)...but besides all previous points, as stated Florida being the distinction, there is, as they say, a reason. Tarentino knew it, hell Disney knew it (he saw many similarities between Orange County, CA, and the swamp infested backwoods no mans land they call middle Florida), and now I know it. I'd seen the happiest place on earth before, and I've driven over the bridge that is the panhandle, but in my many travels, never been to the Miami area.
Fucking A, it's depressing.
Nevermind the fact that I haven't gone anywhere near Miami per se, I've been holed up in a condo in Hallandale Beach (home of the high rise hurricane homing beacon), and a hospital across the county, and the furthest I've been away has been the 4 and a half miles away that the nearest airport is, but I've had my fill. Now when I say the hospital is across the county, it means the county line is literally about 500 feet away, and the hospital another mile. In that space there are 2 Boston Markets, one for each county.
I'm just getting warmed up, really.
Broward county = the reason Bush is president, nuff said there. 2 casinos in a quarter mile radius = pills or slots?
The disparity between the have and havenots is almost worse than the Philippines. New cars driven slowly, not to cruise, but by the cream of the retirees shake their fist at slow moving sentras, maybe because of age induced lethargy or maybe just inadequate car maintenance.
The Florida licence plate:
looks like tanned testicles with a sprig of seventy year old pubic hair in front of America's wang, no? (I can't believe that I appear, after a thoroughly non-exhaustive google search, to be the only one to have seen this...then again, maybe I'm just Freudian that way. In my defense, I was concepting on the sin of Envy and one of my ideas involved a forlorn United States looking down at his tighty whitied small "penis" while across the way Africa stood proudly in a loincloth...if you can visualize it, good for you, if not, well, you'll have to wait until I actually draw it. On second thought, I'm not sure if that is in my defense, moving on)
The drive through the little bit of Florida that I saw that isn't affluent and extremely urban, sort of your suburbs if you will, was wholly fucked. The entire place looks like it never left the 50's, yet time kept going, the entire area looks like the town in What's Eating Gilbert Grape, which ain't good. The people sag, even young people. There's a reason there used to be a game on the old Loveline called "Germany or Florida?"
And hospitals themselves are just downright depressing, especially with family members involved. Especially with orderlies and nurses who don't care because most of their patients will never see the light of day again, or are too old, too beaten down, too removed from anyone that loves them to complain or expect better treatment. Especially in Florida.
But there is a sign next to the elevator that reads "Sabbath Elevator: Stops on every floor from sundown on Friday until nightfall on Saturday", that always brightens my day, the thought of a Kosher elevator is enough to keep me going.
so says Alabama Whorley nee ....um whatever the fuck her name was before, Peaches I guess. She made a fine distinction in the state she came from, like there's a big amount of difference between one and the next (at least in the eyes and ears of a boy theoretically born and raised in Detroit)...but besides all previous points, as stated Florida being the distinction, there is, as they say, a reason. Tarentino knew it, hell Disney knew it (he saw many similarities between Orange County, CA, and the swamp infested backwoods no mans land they call middle Florida), and now I know it. I'd seen the happiest place on earth before, and I've driven over the bridge that is the panhandle, but in my many travels, never been to the Miami area.
Fucking A, it's depressing.
Nevermind the fact that I haven't gone anywhere near Miami per se, I've been holed up in a condo in Hallandale Beach (home of the high rise hurricane homing beacon), and a hospital across the county, and the furthest I've been away has been the 4 and a half miles away that the nearest airport is, but I've had my fill. Now when I say the hospital is across the county, it means the county line is literally about 500 feet away, and the hospital another mile. In that space there are 2 Boston Markets, one for each county.
I'm just getting warmed up, really.
Broward county = the reason Bush is president, nuff said there. 2 casinos in a quarter mile radius = pills or slots?
The disparity between the have and havenots is almost worse than the Philippines. New cars driven slowly, not to cruise, but by the cream of the retirees shake their fist at slow moving sentras, maybe because of age induced lethargy or maybe just inadequate car maintenance.
The Florida licence plate:
looks like tanned testicles with a sprig of seventy year old pubic hair in front of America's wang, no? (I can't believe that I appear, after a thoroughly non-exhaustive google search, to be the only one to have seen this...then again, maybe I'm just Freudian that way. In my defense, I was concepting on the sin of Envy and one of my ideas involved a forlorn United States looking down at his tighty whitied small "penis" while across the way Africa stood proudly in a loincloth...if you can visualize it, good for you, if not, well, you'll have to wait until I actually draw it. On second thought, I'm not sure if that is in my defense, moving on)
The drive through the little bit of Florida that I saw that isn't affluent and extremely urban, sort of your suburbs if you will, was wholly fucked. The entire place looks like it never left the 50's, yet time kept going, the entire area looks like the town in What's Eating Gilbert Grape, which ain't good. The people sag, even young people. There's a reason there used to be a game on the old Loveline called "Germany or Florida?"
And hospitals themselves are just downright depressing, especially with family members involved. Especially with orderlies and nurses who don't care because most of their patients will never see the light of day again, or are too old, too beaten down, too removed from anyone that loves them to complain or expect better treatment. Especially in Florida.
But there is a sign next to the elevator that reads "Sabbath Elevator: Stops on every floor from sundown on Friday until nightfall on Saturday", that always brightens my day, the thought of a Kosher elevator is enough to keep me going.