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I nearly laughed out loud, as we passed the station, there were non-ironic beat up pickups with gun racks parked outside. America has become such a ripe stomping ground for satire its almost not even fun anymore. This country has spent the last week and a half dissecting the events of our Vice President missing a quail and shooting a lawyer, while our armies fight two wars, and Iran is on the verge of acquiring a nookyuler bomb. Yet, we've still got blind support for our current administration. I love this country
and never want to leave.
So I grabbed my camera and put my headphones back on. Forty-five minutes from Houston and I was listening to Pavement's 'Nothing Ever Happens' and I started to record some videos as I passed small, non-descript towns with gas stations, Walmarts, and evenly spaced tracts of open land. The song seemed way too fitting for the small town lives I was riding past. There's a quiet desperate sadness inherent in suburbs that I've always found disconcerting. In Texas, the small towns carry a complacency and dullness that I can't
comprehend. It's said often in Austin, but being surrounded by Texas sure is a downer.
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Where Nothing Ever Happens...

Click on the picture above to see the video I recorded as I rode through East Texas.
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