R.I.P.->Eulogizing Jeremy Wayne McCourt With Litter

I'm no longer going to externalize this as the fault of someone else. Jason's growing up and looking inward from now on. I am accepting my share of culpability and no longer just going to curse and blame others for situations that I bear some responsibility for.

I mean, who the fuck drives through Savannah, Missouri? Me and Jeremy Wayne Mccourt, that's who. (Not naming names, and this is beside the point; but one of us was able to do it a little better than the other). One was a poor bastard who was raised there and the other a dumb bastard driving through there hoping to find roadside memorials to catalog.

Then when I do find a cross, safely park my car, carefully unbuckle my seatbelt, cautiously look both ways before exiting my vehicle, guardedly get my picture taken and then defensively drive home hoping to research the internet, I always get all condescending about how fuck-backwards towns like Savannah Missouri don't have a decent newspaper site so I can use it to find out the story of how McCourt died.

Time and again, I've done this. And everytime I get all high and mighty about researching how people like Jeremy Wayne McCourt died in a car accident only to find a shitty obit site that says people like Jeremy Wayne McCourt died in a car accident. I piss and moan about how shit towns have no decent reporting so I can get a good story about his death.

Well, no more. I've grown as a person and will stop externalizing. From now on this is on me. I accept full responsibility for going through hilly-billy hollers looking for crosses only to be dissappointed when I can't find jack-fuck about the crosses I do find in said bumpkin boroughs. Don't tell those sanctimonious hypocrite assholes, but I think I just grew as a person. But seriously, still fuck backwards towns like Savannah, MO. Get a god damn newspaper site for cunt's sake.