It's actually quite weird for me to identify with as a Midwestern almost-redneck because around here, I'm totally not - and in my upbringing, I was
totally not. You're talkin about a kid who grew up in downtown Phoenix, in a townhouse complex sandwhiched between the busiest intersection in North America for like 5 years running, and a deteriorating North Phoenix that had once been where the retirees went to the "edge of the city" to enjoy calm, quiet life away from the big city, all of it slipping into a gangland while I was between the ages of 6 and 9. When I was 8, my best friend was a 13 yr old named Deetrick who had 2 brothers, one who stabbed the other, and both of which I heard a few years ago went to prison

I actually muse thinking how I might have grown up there if I hadn't moved away when I was 9. I might've turned out to be one of those egghead chemists that makes fat dough working for a crack rock hustler, cookin him up some hardcore Colombian yayo
