A town that is chock full of ignorant wannabes with their rope on the rear view roaring past fuzzys trying to bust the eardrum on some barrel racer eager to be hangin on some kinda wood that night. Coke addicts, alcohoics, felons, users, abusers, and daddy issues. You’ll get your ass whooped if you say Weatherford is better. It has unbearable heat in summer. A shit ton of mullets. Has no taco bueno. At night you take your ass to Bostocks, City Limits, Bar C, Rockin
P where you’ll run into
people of all sorts. Maybe your best
bud or maybe that asshole from fuzzys that
busted YOUR eardrum instead of the buckle
bunny’s on the patio next you that’s now clinging to some “retired” bull rider that says he rode at Lonestar and has the
Boot Barn buckle to prove it. From there you go back to your apartment, dorm, or rent
house,.. clear the coors light cans from your bed and pass the fuck out. Repeat.
