Look, I know that a lot of economic refugees have to live in places worse than Florida and all, and they have to have 3 terrible jobs and live in bunkhouses with criminal vagrants and cane-pickers, but, damn, I get homesick sometimes… I would so much love to be able to walk down a crowded street surrounded by people who appear to come from the current century, be able to stop any of them and have a conversation about something bigger than Jesus or Go Bucs… God, I miss public transportation and public discourse and women with excellent eyeglasses, and I could live happily forever without seeing another pitbull or stars&bars or earing on a hillbilly or anti-choice state-sponsored license plate.
I wish I had enough talent to live somewhere else.
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