People in places like this will tell you the trash on the highway shoulder is all there is, and you should chase after that trash as it blows in the filthy wind, and they will try to make you one of them. They’ll say, “Oh, there’s no such thing as standards anymore,” and they will call that freedom. But it’s their freedom to make you trash, their trash. So they can use you, and own you, and throw you away.[to Joy]
