“Fuck all y’all.” Hearing this in a smokey bar while “Night Moves” swells is the best thing that’s happened to me all day. It’s not why I live in the south, but the daily blows of ignorance, self assured bravado, and the opposition to most things new or different is softened, ever so slightly, by the gentle sound of “all y’all” even if it’s proceeded by “fuck.”
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