I confess I'm so incredibly unhappy in Tennessee, and today something happened to just reinforce how unhappy and sick this place is making me. I hate the town and I hate the people. This place has collapsed on itself. I feel like justice wasn't served, and I don't ever think I can bear to come back. I got my deductible paid and the guy who broke my ribs got probation. How is that even vaguely fair? I think I've been pretty fucking patient and tough through the whole thing. I've had it.