Seymour, Indiana, is a city with a population of 18,101, though it feels like much smaller. It has churches on just about every other block and not a high rise to be seen anywhere. Not the image that pops into a person's mind when the hears the word “city”, unless he happens to be from a city of 18,101 or less.
I stayed in Seymour for three weeks after I arrived to the US to start college. I stayed with Chris, a half-Peruvian, half-Caucasian who was born and raised here and met me in Peru where he went to high school for two years, living with his aunts. He thinks Seymour sucks, which I can completely understand. After being here for three straight weeks and visiting a couple of times afterwards, I think this place sucks too. Even John Mellencamp, who was born and raised here and written songs about it probably thinks it sucks too. Maybe that's why he lives in Bloomington. It takes a lot to dislike a place that holds an annual parade in your honor, and Seymour, whatever it is, has lots and lots of it.
According to Chris, people here have high but superficial aspirations. Every now and then you run into someone who wants to start their own business or become a lawyer and things like that. Mostly practical stuff. Then you run into people who wear visors with the beak on the side, talk “ghetto” and ride around in their parents' cars in the middle of the night with rap music blaring from their speakers; skinny white guys who think that repeating the word “motherfucker” makes them “gangsta”. I think someone ought to shoot them in their faces. I would do it myself, but I'm too pretty for jail.
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