Yuma, Arizona is freaking hot. →[More:]Why anyone would want to live in some place where the average temperature in August is twelve degrees hotter than Frisbee Girl, Melissa May, and Amberglow in matching unitards, and this ,is not even debatable because the heat (oh, it's a dry heat but who the fuck cares, IT IS HOT dammit) sucks out all one's brain juice and the only thing that can make it better is the alluring draw of tequila except of course that tequila has alcohol in it which makes your brain juice suck out even faster than Courtney Love at an all you can snort smackfest until you finally just give up and say to yourself, "Self, I am in Dante's 18th circle, the circle that he had to cut out of the final version cause no one would believe he wasn't just hitting the absinthe in copious amounts" and lay down in a lettuce field somewhere to await your pruney death which would be a much preferable way to go than just slowly evaporating in the Easy Bake Oven which is known as Yuma, Arizona is beyond my dried cranberry brain.
God help me.