Branson

The hick ass capitol of the world. Everything here is the biggest, fastest, best, etc in the world. One big bumpkin tourist trap. It’s like a ghetto Vegas without the gambeling but about a million more weird shows. You can buy liquor in gas stations and kids can sit at the bar in restaurants. Also I’ve seen a ton of confederate flags and I’m way outnumbered by seriously overweight people.

I forgot that I actually don’t like my sister and her awful attitude.

I’m ready to get back to Tulsa.