I was looking around Jefferson City, MO and Missouri came up. Is this the state, a business, a brothel? I have no clue, so I'm going to say it's a state listing.
Missouri. Rams, Cardinals, 2 very different BBQs styles, a cut of steak, a national landmark, small towns fill you with the big city perfectly spaced out.
I'm proud to be from the Show Me State. I couldn't imagine a better place to raide a child. People say hi, people care how you are doing, people are nice. In the big cities, they don't care. I've held the door open for people who are carrying more than they weigh, just to have them pretend I wasn't there.
I found myself losing the Missouri kindness my mother put in me a couple years after moving out to the City of Angels. I found myself not acknowledging the person going out of their way to do something nice for me, a complete stranger-- and it made me sick.
I hate the people who look down on the mid-westerns for whatever reason. Sorry when mid-westerns are in your big city they want to go to Hard Rock Cafe. Guess what, it's their fucking choice. Let 'em. They ain't going to ask you for change. They ain't going to mug you. It's your big city failures who do that. Let them enjoy something they don't see. You live in the city, get the fuck over it. Get your head out of your ass. Do you even know your neighbor's name? Not the one you snort coke off the hooker's ass with? read more