Cameron

So after a failed attempt at college, I moved back home to the Golden State or as us locals call it California. Upon my arrival I learn that my family is moving to Alabama. Yes Alabama. After a month of California I packed up and headed east. Again. All the rumors and stories are true about Bama (that’s short for Alabama if you were wondering) I have never seen so many broken down cars and toothless grins in my life. Needless to say the culture shock was devastating. After a few months of a lonely depression on were I caught myself singing California Dreaming by the Mamas and the Papas I snapped out of it and decided to embrace my new surroundings. Upon which I have come to the conclusion that Alabamians are not so bad. You just have to use small words and speak slow so they can understand what you are saying. Moving to a town that doesn’t have half the population of my high school of 300 has an effect on the psyche of a man. It does something to you. Words like yall and aint become a frequent resident of your vocabulary, the smell of a fresh can of skoal actually excites you. Soon the south has you. Lynard Skynard becomes your favorite band. You get "Roll Tide" or "War Eagle" (depends on what part of Alabama you live in) tattooed on your arm, and then you know for sure the south as completely taken you. Anyways, happy in my new found redneck lifestyle of hunting, fishing, mullets, monster truck rallies, shotguns, and camaros I can truly say life is good. I can say the south has risen up, and has taken me. And it could be worse, at least im not in Texas. God bless America.