I love little more than white trash life.
I don't want to live that shit, but I love the simplicity of it. I love that the people you grow up with are the people you grow old with. I love that the highlight of the year is the Italian Feast or the Fireman's Bizarre or whatever the Fuck they call it where you are from. Essentially the carneys come to town, throw some rides and games on the little league field, and young boys and girls finger each other in the house of horrors ride on their way to wedded bliss.
It is a simple fucking life and there is something sweet about it once you get beyond the sheer terror of it. Imagine being able to isolate your glory days and spend the rest of your life talking about how boss they were? Something sad and romantic about it, more sad than romantic, but still.
Jonny Corndawg captures my inner white trasher with his video for Chevy Beretta.
It makes me wonder if I would be happier if I still carried a comb with my name on it in my back pocket. Probably not, but my hair would be feathered the Fuck out bro.
Check out the rest of Jonny Corndawg's album Down On The Bikini Line here: