The blueish haze of cigarette smoke greets me as I enter this haven for the salt-of-the-earth. If you happen to have the habit, there's really no need to contribute. A person could inhale at least a pack in thirty minutes.
Here, the mullet, rooster-poof bangs, and monster trucks reign supreme. Yellowing framed pictures of sports heroes, football coaches, and local celebrities cover every inch of whitewashed pine.
This is the domain of teenage waitresses and the boys who pine away after them. This is the domain of bad teeth, greasy food, and forearm tattoos. This is the domain of elderly women who drone on and on about members of their church community who have developed tumors.
***This photograph was taken in Memphis, TN. The diners there were not anywhere near as entertaining or colorful as you paint them, Comrade. A touch of sadness about developing tumors...this is a common overheard conversation.***
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
~Corky's by Comrade Kevin~
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The blueish haze of cigarette smoke greets me as I enter this haven for the salt-of-the-earth. If you happen to have the habit, there's really no need to contribute. A person could inhale at least a pack in thirty minutes.
Here, the mullet, rooster-poof bangs, and monster trucks reign supreme. Yellowing framed pictures of sports heroes, football coaches, and local celebrities cover every inch of whitewashed pine.
This is the domain of teenage waitresses and the boys who pine away after them. This is the domain of bad teeth, greasy food, and forearm tattoos. This is the domain of elderly women who drone on and on about members of their church community who have developed tumors.
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