A dumpy little town, 20 miles west of Charlottesville at the base of the Blue Ridge. A railroad track divides the town from the wealthy, libtard whites who drink their $10 espressos every morning, drive their Subaru's thinking they are changing the world, while the other half is full of redneck, trouble-making, crackhead, trail trash who prey on the wealthy across the tracks with home and auto thefts. There is also an influx of Mormons who patrol and sell their material door-door in the newer neighborhoods. Pick you side or don't live here. The town is an odd concoction of both sides, not living in harmony.

A cultural and aesthetic mind-state that prioritizes making money, even as an “underground” or “radical” creator. The work isn’t made for money, but it’s the money that matters the most.