"Over here on the right. This used to be Merle Haggard's house. And it used to be the only thing for miles and miles"
Cows dot the hills in the distance. I run my tounge along the bottom row of my teeth and fret over the crooked ones. He notices and says "too much sugar".
"You know who Merle Haggard is, right?"
"Of course I do", with mild irritation.
"Well, I don't know. Maybe you don't"
More silence passes by as do random palm trees and orange groves. A sign greets us with "Welcome to Bakersfield".
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