Autumn-baked streets paved with privilege and newly soldered tar. Stupid-looking yard gnomes and lawn chairs spread out in the manicured front yards, taunting us outsiders with a bullshit sign about All Are Welcome. Perched just right for everybody to see their fake-ass activism. Just like the rest of the South, they try to hold on to things they should’ve let go of a long time ago. I guess we got shit in common.
