Like Afton, Oklahoma.
Tumbleweed actually blows down the main streets and long deserted red bricked banks, fire-stations, bar-brawl saloons and ballrooms are now served by one still-open grocery store.We walked into one to ask for directions and an autograph book was thrust in our faces. A man with long, dyed-black hair, a double-digit broken nose and covered head to boot in denim (even his eyes had a stonewash blue hue) asked where we were from…
“England” I replied.
“You wanna buy a meat grinder?” he enquired, holding one out with his left hand as though it was the most normal question in the world.
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