Needless to say, that's not the only thing in this town that blows.
I've written more than enough about the unique smell of Bakersfield. Suffice it to say it's not good. There are days when it smells less bad, but there's never a day where it's actually, you know, pleasant.
And there are days like today, when the wind shifts direction, and you open the front door and...
BLAM!
Like getting clocked in the nose by a 2x4.
Good Lordy Damn, as my dad used to say.
It is just rank out there today. I was having a hard time trying to find words to describe it.
My partner had no such problem.
"This town smells like a cow's ass."
