There is no "good" part of Texas. There are good people in Texas, good things from Texas and important history that took place because of Texas. However I have found litle to justify the injustices done in the name procuring Texas for the sake of Texas. Most of if looks like the surface of the moon and is about as culturally advanced as a kidney stone.

I spent an unreasonable chunck of my early teen years in a tour van in Texas and I discovered a hunger inbedded in the belly of the most overweight state in America. Texas must be seen alone, by it's self and by yourself, to be understood. When I was moving to Los Angeles a Doe hit me about 150 miles outside of Dallas. I experienced what I like to call the "Human in the Deer lights" phenomenon. Being Surthern Californian by blood you are conditioned to expect certain things will happen (being cut-off, swerving to avoid children, transients, and hipsters on bikes...ect.). The Deer in the surface of the moon,  in the absence of everything but the hiccupping of the median line reflecting against my yellow headlights, absolutly is one of the most terrifyingly beautiful things this world can offer. I swerved hard left into an empty lane of the opposing traffic and she continued her diliberate steady pace directly into the right side of my van. At this point my sympathetic nervous system broke he top off my body's fight or flight gage, folding my blood with adrenaline and sugar dilating my pupils and redirecting all my blood flow to the muscle groups reserved usually for pushups . You really haven't lived until something has killed itself agaisnt you.

The van was nearly totaled and barely made it the next ten miles to Cisco to find out that it was the first weekend of hunting season, I had landed the first kill. I tagged her on Saturday night which meant that I would be stuck wherever I was until Monday afternoon; people only do two things on a Sunday in Cisco, Texas. Morning mass and evening mass. Thus, Texas hit me much like a Deer on the surface of the moon, warm, awkward and horrifying. I ended up staying four days until what was (and still is) left of my van was salvaged into a terminator of shear botched backyard brilliance.

Texas forces you to slow down; since 1976 it has executed 405 people and currently has 393 inmates awaiting execution . When you drive east into El Paso from New Mexico along the U.S boarder and look to the right, you can see the dirt floored huts of Juarez from the Wal-Mart parking lot across the boarder. There is no parking at the Alamo. It raises up from the golf of Mexico to Guadalupe peek 8,479 feet. Currently over 25% of Texas is obese; the state itself takes up 7.4% of the country. There are ranches in Texas bigger than the state of Rhode Island. And ofcourse lets not forget, the first word ever spoken on the moon was "Houston". Texas is a big roadblock, a speed bump made up of people who lost their momentum or will to drive half way through. Object in motion tend to stay in motion; objects at rest tend to stay at rest. I opened the door to my second story pastel and stucco-landed hotel room in Cisco and sat across the room on the bed. A room that had probably never had anyone willingly complelled to spend more than one night in. A room, in a hotel, in a town where the first Hilton was built in 1919. A town Paris Hilton has never heard of. I looked out across the homes of some 3, 851 residence. And it stuck me like a human in the Deer lights; there is something quite dead here. However, what I've been able to figure out is weather Texas killing itsleft against America or if it's the other way around.