Homie Don't Play That

I live in Graham, Washington. I think people assume that it is a suburb of Seattle, but in fact it is a subrurb of a suburb of Tacoma in Pierce County, Wasington. It is lame. I have a hard time explaining why Washington feels like a different country because it is not one thing, but a locus of points that adds up to this being a bizarre place to live...unless you've never lived anywhere else. Nonetheless, I have tried to make the most of the good things about the Northwest, but I feel as though I have done all I can. I hope to make this blog therepeutic for me as well as a window into life here in The Evergreen State where the first 11 minutes of the news consists of stories about snow in the mountains...clearly I am missing something, but I digress. As my blog totle implies, my time is limited, but I will try to be a diligent blogger, or at least complain a little bit every day...
When I lived in Mississippi, I expected to feel as though I was living 15-20 years ago. I had high hopes for Washington, but I am daily reminded that the two places are eerily similar. Today's "circa 1992" moment came in Walmart. Two middle-aged white men were stacking onions in the produce department having a lively conversation about one of their co-workers when one of them boldly stated, "...so I told her, 'uh-uh, homie don't play that,' "to which his onion-stacking partner replied, "oh snap."