One thing I hate about living in the Pacific Northwest (after having lived in Texas, Florida and New Mexico for the past 10 years) is that EVERYWHERE you go there is some angst-ridden, skinny, pale, stringy haired man wearing all black writing a poem. Seriously. I even saw a guy at a bar writing a poem on a cocktail napkin. I'm sure it's all meant to be very artsy, but honestly, I just can't get into it.
I never thought I would miss a good ol' boy in a cowboy hat calling me "Hon".....
