A couple of years ago, I did a colored pencil drawing of a giant alien standing in front of a store, reaching for an old blue pickup truck like it’s a toy. The store is a real place. I pass by the Pay n Tote regularly. It’s actually a gas station, but I left out the gas pumps in my drawing because there just wasn’t enough room for them.
The drawing is my homage to the weird little town where I live. I first stumbled into this community when I was twenty-one. I didn’t think I would stay here long, but I’ve lived here for several years now. There are many things I don’t like about the place. Like the crystal meth problem. And my demented neighbor who likes to dig in my garbage. But I do like the scenery here. It’s a classic American small town with old brick buildings, diners, rusty pickup trucks, and family-owned gas stations. I feel like I’m walking around in a Norman Rockwell painting or a Garrison Keillor story.
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