As I drove through the hills of Indiana, and saw what might go on in the country, I decided that maybe living in the country wouldn't be a good thing after all. After living across the street from Cornhole Joe, I think that perhaps living in quiet solitude might be the nicest thing in the world. It is raining outside, lots of puddles big enough to swallow your car, and what is Cornhole Joe doing? Revving his truck engine and making us listen to some shit blasting out of it. On Tuesday he had a few people outside his house, one of them a very pregnant girl about ready to drop twins. I haven't figured out if he's got a girlfriend with kids or a baby momma, or maybe both.
I am so happy I'll be moving out of here soon.