I make funny jokes about the time I spend on the road, but I hate this. I'm away from my wife and my daughter. I have to sleep in beds with rolls of the dice determining if I get bed bugs. I sleep at hotels on the last exit off I-74 before you hit Indiana. This town is an absolute shithole. Danville is where dreams go to die. Danville is where people from Creve Coeur are all like, "Yeah, but at least we're not living there." I have a 250 mile round trip commute. And it's not like it's exciting. It's corn, plains, white people who don't vote in their best interest, and construction. I get to drive, four days a week, between a city that is honestly attempting to better itself, to a city that gives zero fucks about even appearing to care. It wears me down. So I put up this defense of comedy, I talk to the guys at our store here in town and make fun of the people in this horrible, decrepit piece of our country, but I still have to drive through it, eat at the restaurants, and inhale all of the broken dreams that Danville has to offer.
This is what this blog is going to be. Sometimes fun, sometimes depressing. Welcome to my life.
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