people in MY water thinking they have class
 

Without fuel for my boat, I decided to go swim in a sinkhole. These
sinks in the woods used to be great redneck havens where all sorts of
craziness took place. We'd clean up as well as we could by taking
large trash bags with us but they were generally grungy and low class.
The state bought one of my fav places, Cherokee Sink and turned it
into a State Park. They brought in tables, cleaned it up an made it
look real nice but something was missing. There were no crazies
jumping out of trees yelling "Hey Y'all, watch this", no drunks, no
dogs running around, no local color at all. It was just bland
colorless middle-class double-wide living upper-class types, dull as
hell. I went into the woods to sulk and pick wild grapes. Pretty
soon, a ranger accosts me to tell me I couldnt pick MY wild grapes.
My Florida is gone.

people in MY water thinking they have class
 

people in MY water thinking they have class
 

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Without fuel for my boat, I decided to go swim in a sinkhole. These
sinks in the woods used to be great redneck havens where all sorts of
craziness took place. We'd clean up as well as we could by taking
large trash bags with us but they were generally grungy and low class.
The state bought one of my fav places, Cherokee Sink and turned it
into a State Park. They brought in tables, cleaned it up an made it
look real nice but something was missing. There were no crazies
jumping out of trees yelling "Hey Y'all, watch this", no drunks, no
dogs running around, no local color at all. It was just bland
colorless middle-class double-wide living upper-class types, dull as
hell. I went into the woods to sulk and pick wild grapes. Pretty
soon, a ranger accosts me to tell me I couldnt pick MY wild grapes.
My Florida is gone.

That's a damn shame! Where I lived in Florida, there was a really nice
spring that the locals used. The spring and land were sold to Perrier,
later bought by Nestle for the water.