I would be setting world records on the amount of crystal meth I'd be taking in if I lived in this area. Kudos to you suspender-wearing no-chins, for I couldn't do it. I love the country but not when it's also coated in places like Logan's and Outback-- ruins the landscape. I'd prefer a bunch of country and nothing than country and rednecks who think they are still living the country life. This is where weird sexual fetishes are born and civilization ceased creating culture. I feel I have stepped in light brown stuff that has more personality in the smear I make with the patterns on my shoes than this whole town had. I think I saw enough nature freaks with boots and colored tights for one weekend, too. Someone needs to filter this area's internet access.