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where I come from, we have a booming population of 8,658.
92% white.
That means we have a total of 173 brown people somewhere.
Jesus.
I actually find that impossible to imagine, because last I checked, about 73% of the population here was black. It's sort of strange to see white people around.
At least it's culturally monochromatic right
See, the town I'm talking about here, Sedro Woolley (yeah, that's right, what, you wanna fight about it?) is the "big town". The one with the high school and the grocery store and six or seven bars on one street and... um... we got three banks and seventeen churches.
The town I grew up in? Lyman?
As of 2000 census, population 409.
18 brown people total.
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Skinheads aren't allowed in Mohawk Town.
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Kovakdid a lot of drugsmarried cher?Registered Userregular
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man aint nothing but people round where i live
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JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
How on earth do you people tolerate places like that
I live in a city with roughly 300,000 people and still find it boring and provincial sometimes
Most people use some combination of alcohol, meth, and unprotected sex to take the edge off the crushing, omnipresent boredom. Sadly, that's also an ideal strategy for making sure you stay in a shitty redneck town for the rest of your life.
Seriously, though, graduating from high school and moving to a small city was like being fucking born. Small towns are no place for human beings to live.
That's right. Rodeos weren't redneck enough for my town, they all got together and said "How can we hick this rodeo up more? Oooh, let's toss in a bunch of logger shit!"
Take a drive between Washington and Montana and tour all the hick towns. I grew up in a small town in a rural county. With about 6000-7000 people it was far and away the biggest town of the county. Literally the town everybody else went into to stock up on supplies (when I left, we had a new Super Walmart... and a bunch of shop space up for sale on the main street). And still, the towns I saw around I-90 on that drive were hicksville personified. They were all at least 1000 people away from a theater.
But they had nice descriptive names.
Like Smelterville... I mean, at least you know WHY that town exists.
Sidenote: I was born in Happy Camp, CA which is stupidly small, but couldn't really be described as a redneck town.
Take a drive between Washington and Montana and tour all the hick towns. I grew up in a small town in a rural county. With about 6000-7000 people it was far and away the biggest town of the county. Literally the town everybody else went into to stock up on supplies (when I left, we had a new Super Walmart... and a bunch of shop space up for sale on the main street). And still, the towns I saw around I-90 on that drive were hicksville personified. They were all at least 1000 people away from a theater.
But they had nice descriptive names.
Like Smelterville... I mean, at least you know WHY that town exists.
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How on earth do you people tolerate places like that
I live in a city with roughly 300,000 people and still find it boring and provincial sometimes
Most people use some combination of alcohol, meth, and unprotected sex to take the edge off the crushing, omnipresent boredom. Sadly, that's also an ideal strategy for making sure you stay in a shitty redneck town for the rest of your life.
Seriously, though, graduating from high school and moving to a small city was like being fucking born. Small towns are no place for human beings to live.
I cannot imagine being stuck in a tiny little town like that. What the hell do you do? I'm used to, if I get bored, I hop on my bike, go in any direction and end up near a restuarant, gas station, associates house, ghetto, crack den, whatever.
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JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
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The entire county contains a single stop light. For about half of my senior year, it was broken.
Take a drive between Washington and Montana and tour all the hick towns. I grew up in a small town in a rural county. With about 6000-7000 people it was far and away the biggest town of the county. Literally the town everybody else went into to stock up on supplies (when I left, we had a new Super Walmart... and a bunch of shop space up for sale on the main street). And still, the towns I saw around I-90 on that drive were hicksville personified. They were all at least 1000 people away from a theater.
But they had nice descriptive names.
Like Smelterville... I mean, at least you know WHY that town exists.
Oh, awesome.
A silo park.
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RankenphilePassersby were amazedby the unusually large amounts of blood.Registered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
How on earth do you people tolerate places like that
I live in a city with roughly 300,000 people and still find it boring and provincial sometimes
Most people use some combination of alcohol, meth, and unprotected sex to take the edge off the crushing, omnipresent boredom. Sadly, that's also an ideal strategy for making sure you stay in a shitty redneck town for the rest of your life.
Seriously, though, graduating from high school and moving to a small city was like being fucking born. Small towns are no place for human beings to live.
I cannot imagine being stuck in a tiny little town like that. What the hell do you do? I'm used to, if I get bored, I hop on my bike, go in any direction and end up near a restuarant, gas station, associates house, ghetto, crack den, whatever.
How on earth do you people tolerate places like that
I live in a city with roughly 300,000 people and still find it boring and provincial sometimes
Most people use some combination of alcohol, meth, and unprotected sex to take the edge off the crushing, omnipresent boredom. Sadly, that's also an ideal strategy for making sure you stay in a shitty redneck town for the rest of your life.
Seriously, though, graduating from high school and moving to a small city was like being fucking born. Small towns are no place for human beings to live.
I cannot imagine being stuck in a tiny little town like that. What the hell do you do? I'm used to, if I get bored, I hop on my bike, go in any direction and end up near a restuarant, gas station, associates house, ghetto, crack den, whatever.
What do we do for fun?
I'll tell you what we do for fun.
We get teen pregnant.
Do you get skeezy abortions later or is that not part of the fun
My God, the people here. About 4 guys at my job the other day asked me "whut kinda car is that yer drivin'?" It's a Saab, ok? You guys know what Saabs are.
But not here.
"It's a Saab."
"...a whut?"
"Saab. S-A-A-B."
"...that foreign or somethin'?"
"Swedish."
"I don't even know where the hell that is."
"What do you drive?"
"That '85 Camaro right thar, got me a V8 blah blah blah I'm a hick!"
We are privileged to enjoy a beautiful forest setting along the wild and scenic Klamath River. Happy Camp is a friendly little town within the Klamath National Forest. It is a full service town surrounded by the Marble Mountains, Siskiyou and Red Butte Wilderness areas.
Here is our town, Happy Camp.
The Karuk who camped on the Indian Creek banks called this place "Athithufvuunupma" in their language. It was in July of 1851 that Happy Camp was renamed by by prospectors looking for gold who camped here. Newspapers on the coast referred to this place as “Murderer’s Bar” previous to that.
Good choice on the rename.
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JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
How on earth do you people tolerate places like that
I live in a city with roughly 300,000 people and still find it boring and provincial sometimes
Most people use some combination of alcohol, meth, and unprotected sex to take the edge off the crushing, omnipresent boredom. Sadly, that's also an ideal strategy for making sure you stay in a shitty redneck town for the rest of your life.
Seriously, though, graduating from high school and moving to a small city was like being fucking born. Small towns are no place for human beings to live.
I cannot imagine being stuck in a tiny little town like that. What the hell do you do? I'm used to, if I get bored, I hop on my bike, go in any direction and end up near a restuarant, gas station, associates house, ghetto, crack den, whatever.
Personally, I spent most of my time working on the farm. Driving tractor, loading hay, building fence.
As for hanging out with my friends, it was mostly just finding somewhere to sit around and talk. You know how in movies they'll have the scene with three or four small town kids sitting on the hood of a car and talking? That was basically my social life. There was a hill about fifteen miles from the farm, and if we parked there after the sun went down we could catch a pretty good college radio station from Amarillo. So we'd go out there and lay out on the hood of somebody's car and listen to music that wasn't honky-tonk and just shoot the shit until somebody's curfew came up.
Also, there was a stupidly steep highway dropping off the edge of a plateau that we used to skateboard down. That was pretty good times.
My God, the people here. About 4 guys at my job the other day asked me "whut kinda car is that yer drivin'?" It's a Saab, ok? You guys know what Saabs are.
But not here.
"It's a Saab."
"...a whut?"
"Saab. S-A-A-B."
"...that foreign or somethin'?"
"Swedish."
"I don't even know where the hell that is."
"What do you drive?"
"That '85 Camaro right thar, got me a V8 blah blah blah I'm a hick!"
My God, the people here. About 4 guys at my job the other day asked me "whut kinda car is that yer drivin'?" It's a Saab, ok? You guys know what Saabs are.
But not here.
"It's a Saab."
"...a whut?"
"Saab. S-A-A-B."
"...that foreign or somethin'?"
"Swedish."
"I don't even know where the hell that is."
"What do you drive?"
"That '85 Camaro right thar, got me a V8 blah blah blah I'm a hick!"
Damn, that hick has a nicer car than you do.
I will not have you speak ill of my 1988 Saab 900 Turbo. It is a damn good car.
My God, the people here. About 4 guys at my job the other day asked me "whut kinda car is that yer drivin'?" It's a Saab, ok? You guys know what Saabs are.
But not here.
"It's a Saab."
"...a whut?"
"Saab. S-A-A-B."
"...that foreign or somethin'?"
"Swedish."
"I don't even know where the hell that is."
"What do you drive?"
"That '85 Camaro right thar, got me a V8 blah blah blah I'm a hick!"
Damn, that hick has a nicer car than you do.
I will not have you speak ill of my 1988 Saab 900 Turbo. It is a damn good car.
They asked me what I was studying at college and I told them anthropology. First response was "that's bugs, right?" No, Chris, humanity and cultures and such. Specifically archaeology. "Oh, digging up dinosaurs, right?" No... that's paleontology. "Paley what?" Never mind, Chris.
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See, the town I'm talking about here, Sedro Woolley (yeah, that's right, what, you wanna fight about it?) is the "big town". The one with the high school and the grocery store and six or seven bars on one street and... um... we got three banks and seventeen churches.
The town I grew up in? Lyman?
As of 2000 census, population 409.
18 brown people total.
Most people use some combination of alcohol, meth, and unprotected sex to take the edge off the crushing, omnipresent boredom. Sadly, that's also an ideal strategy for making sure you stay in a shitty redneck town for the rest of your life.
Seriously, though, graduating from high school and moving to a small city was like being fucking born. Small towns are no place for human beings to live.
Everyone is white, a lot of people wear cowboy hats and the most exciting thing to happen all year is the Rodeo
I can not even imagine a town like that after living in Army communities so long. They have to be the most racially diverse places ever.
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so boring
i miss living right near the city
but is it a Loggerodeo?
That's right. Rodeos weren't redneck enough for my town, they all got together and said "How can we hick this rodeo up more? Oooh, let's toss in a bunch of logger shit!"
I moved to Weyburn, the "big city"
population: 9000
welcome to Saskatchewan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radville%2C_Saskatchewan
In the national census, it's listed as having a population density of 0.1 per square mile and 0.0 per square kilometer.
But they had nice descriptive names.
Like Smelterville... I mean, at least you know WHY that town exists.
Sidenote: I was born in Happy Camp, CA which is stupidly small, but couldn't really be described as a redneck town.
What an exciting town
Right on top "Eva's Popcorn Stand, serving many generations of Radvillites."
WOW
I cannot imagine being stuck in a tiny little town like that. What the hell do you do? I'm used to, if I get bored, I hop on my bike, go in any direction and end up near a restuarant, gas station, associates house, ghetto, crack den, whatever.
Oh, awesome.
A silo park.
What do we do for fun?
I'll tell you what we do for fun.
We get teen pregnant.
Do you get skeezy abortions later or is that not part of the fun
Man there's nothing to do around here.
claaasssyyyy
But not here.
"It's a Saab."
"...a whut?"
"Saab. S-A-A-B."
"...that foreign or somethin'?"
"Swedish."
"I don't even know where the hell that is."
"What do you drive?"
"That '85 Camaro right thar, got me a V8 blah blah blah I'm a hick!"
Geographical oddity; good few hundred miles from anywhere
Baseball caps and beer shirt, people drivin' four wheelers and ATV's on the roads, mostly french mining town
Good choice on the rename.
Personally, I spent most of my time working on the farm. Driving tractor, loading hay, building fence.
As for hanging out with my friends, it was mostly just finding somewhere to sit around and talk. You know how in movies they'll have the scene with three or four small town kids sitting on the hood of a car and talking? That was basically my social life. There was a hill about fifteen miles from the farm, and if we parked there after the sun went down we could catch a pretty good college radio station from Amarillo. So we'd go out there and lay out on the hood of somebody's car and listen to music that wasn't honky-tonk and just shoot the shit until somebody's curfew came up.
Also, there was a stupidly steep highway dropping off the edge of a plateau that we used to skateboard down. That was pretty good times.
I will not have you speak ill of my 1988 Saab 900 Turbo. It is a damn good car.
Ain't no Camaro though
Jets.
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There's a post office, a protestant church and a convenience store (but no gas). Its one street.
Its called "Buena" and it doesn't exactly fit the moniker.