I fucking hate Texas. D:
Texas has nothing against you risses. I bet you never been here. Met the people, experienced the culture. I bet you never watched the sun go down on the Llano Escado, or watched the sun rise on top of a parking garage in Austin after pulling an all night’er. I bet you never had a real plate of mexican food made with love by Emillo who sends three quarters of everything he makes home to his family in Mexico in hopes that they can afford to make it here. I know you have never shaken his hand and talked to him. I bet you never cruised down to surfside with your feet hanging out the window of your friends car drinking a Dr. Pepper, listening to Roger Creager, and giving every car you pass the Texas two finger salute. I bet you think we are all heartless bastard that drive pickup trucks and own shotguns. For the most part you are right. We do all have cowboy hats and boots. We do things a little different than you. This is because Texas isn’t a place to live, but instead a way of life. I don’t expect you to get it, you have probably never been a part of anything so great in your life. So go ahead and hate Texas. It is your loss. In the words of Davey Crocket, “You can all go to hell, I’m going to Texas.”
