While wandering around the hood taking flicks last weekend, I came across the following heartwarming scene. A man, clearly a redneck and identified as such through his charactaristic lack of a shirt was standing in the middle of the street talking quietly to a woman. The woman, obviously white trash and quite possibly smacked on ice, was screaming incoherently at the man. Towards the end of her rant I was able to make out, “now we can’t sell this car like that.” She than began crying. In the middle of the fucking street. And not just quiet sobs, either. She was flat out bawling. As near as I could tell, the dispute was over a circa 1991 Pontiac Sunbird with no visible problems.