
On the streets of Bakerfield...
People always bash small towns, especially here in Santa Monica, and especially where I am from, Bakersfield. You know that feeling when you are at the top of a roller coaster, just barely able to see the steep decline, and your thinking to yourself "Oh Shit" ? That is the feeling I get EVERY single time someone asks me where I am from. As soon as I respond I get looks of horror, disgust, amusement, awe, sorrow, empathy, and a look a relief that I am now far away from it
When did small towns lose all credibility? Is it because we don't have mass amounts of douche bags checking themselves out in the mirror on every corner? Is it because we don't all drive black Range Rovers and BMW's? Is it because we aren't walking around wearing $5,000 worth of clothing and jewelry at bedtime? It is horse shit if you ask me.

1. Eating Disorder
2. Supermodel/actor in training
3. Range Rover/BMW
4. Money
5. Huge tits
6. Blonde hair
7. Legs and arms that are the same size
8. Dumb as a box of toothpicks

So, if boys were dogs, Santa Monica would be a dog show and living in a small town like Bakersfield would be like going to the dog park. It takes at least 2 brain cells to figure out the obvious choice...unless of course your so sucked into the media, yourself, and superficial-ism.
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