Petty the Poet Gets It: Growing Up In SoCal Suburban Drift and Aimlessness

 

Southern California. Adolescence. I may never get it. But neither can I forget or escape it.

Miles and miles of sameness. No center. Crowds in which you feel alone.  Strip malls. Driving 20 miles to a launderette.  Crystal cathedrals. Feeling lost when you know exactly where you are.

Petty the poet gets it.


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