Arkansas.

I'm here in Mt. Ida, Arkansas and I've decided that whole state of Arkansas is a lot like one big Walmart. This resemblance is in the little things of the Arkansan culture. For instance, there are no squirrels here. Collectively my peers and I have decided this phenomena occurs because the natives hunt and eat this population. Another cultural phenomena here is that 1 in every 6 cars have a head light out, my comrades have theorized that these cars are a part of a southern redneck gang on a mission to elect Donald Trump as president. Updates to follow on my survival in the boyhood home of Bill Clinton. 

[[[Blog updated from an illegally purchased motel room]]]