Riverside Eats It
Worth a thousand one-syllable words
Home to white trash, hobos, drunks, amateur chemists, acid rain, the last K-Mart in America, and flat-bill-hat-wearing jagoffs who hang fake testicles from their trailer hitches, Riverside, California is filled with all manner of unsavory riff-raff. These are the folks you’ve been hearing so much about in the news lately, where they are politely referred to as “sub-prime lenders.”
Now I stopped by a grocery store in Riverside a few weeks ago and sitting at the checkout stand was…well you see the picture. They had set up a “bargain bin” of beer right in front of the chewing gum and Globe magazines. On each can was a hand-written price. Look at the green Dos-Equis bottle…ninety-nine cents.
So while I could go on and explain in greater detail what makes Riverside one of the most god-forsaken places in SoCal, I’d rather just let you meditate on the above photo and fill in the blanks yourself.
