It’s days like this that I wonder why I bother defending my hometown. Frankly, Bakersfield doesn’t deserve it. It’s a squalid shithole full of angry, racist, homophobic, redneck assholes who love Jesus and beating up people who are different than them.
And tomorrow I’ll be fine. I just don’t stay angry very long. I’ll go back to appreciating our astonishing variety of dive bars and Mexican restaurants. I’ll go back to reminding people that we do have an art scene, and local music, and theatres.
I’ll avoid turning on the local news. I’ll use the iPod instead of the radio. I’ll push the newspaper under an end table, forgotten. In other words, I’ll close my eyes and choose to believe what will make me less frustrated.
That living here is not so bad.