Carpe Mortem

No contest for me. I come from a hardy, tough people who can withstand subzero winters and blistering summers, on occasion a few days apart from one another. Detroit was once a beacon in America, setting the stage for factory life, where a normal man or woman could make a decent living without schooling. And its slowly coming back.

Motor city, dude. Member of the speed cult, of hot rods and bikers, of cigarette smoking blue collar men and women with a beer in their hand and murder mitten metal at their regular bars. I might someday leave, but I'll always love my roots, and the stench of exhaust clinging to denim and leather while we meander from city to the rural woodlands in less than half an hour.

I love this state, and no tourist could ever understand.

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