What can I say? Amarillo gets a bad rap, and deservedly so. It’s dry, it’s kind of ugly at first glance, and it reeks of cow shit and ignorance. It’s a vacuum that manages to suck you back everytime you leave home, no matter how long you’re gone or how far you travel. It’s a source of shame for a majority of residents. I don’t blame any of ‘em.

But I love it. It’s resistance to change, it’s push to conformity, and it’s overall lack of empathy only force me in the opposite direction. And I’ve learned to love it for precisely this reason. Because if you can be a truly unique breed in this town, you qualify as a certified badass anywhere you go.