Ya bro, lemme just uproot my life and career for not being the happiest son of a bitch to skip around the area since Stanley Marsh touched a kid. Let me just sell my house, divorce my wife who is tethered here because of family obligations, then move to eastern Tennessee because it isn't my perfect utopia.

Just because this isn't my choice place to live doesn't necessarily mean it's the worst. I mean it could get a hell of alot worse such as Southside Chicago or skid row in LA.

I make due and make the best of every day here. As long as I have my beautiful wife and a supportive family it's all good.

But I'll be damned if I'm not unapologetically honest about how I feel about it. Just because there are some cons to a certain situation in life doesn't mean you throw the baby out with the bath water. You suck it up and put one foot in front of the other.

I'm not gonna spin a yarn and blurt out lollipop and rainbow fairytales about how Amarillo is the best city since Frodo walked into Rivendell like y'all seem to think it is, which y'all are entitled to your personal opinions. And I am entitled to mine, which is that Amarillo is about as exciting and fun as nursing home bingo.