America's Skillet

Arlington Texas is as hot as a skillet left over a flame all day, but isn't black like a skillet. Arlington is light brown. Besides the dry dirt and grass, there is sun bleached pavement garnished with whole and broken beer bottles. It's as if Animal House and the dust bowl of the 30s got together and this overheated wasteland was the result.

I went to a restaurant that had not renewed their liquor license. They told me they could not sell their beer and chose to give it away. I got a choice of Bud Light, Miller Light, or Coors Light. I know they hid the Sam Adams. It's like getting a free pass to the Mustang Ranch only to find out when you get there it's 'beastiality night'.

Three more weeks, including this one, and I'm out of this joint.