So it seems that I have a new reader. Yah! For years I've tried to put Uniontown into words. Almost impossible. Impossible for me, but finally my new reader has done it. For those of you I have shared stories with over the years, you'll love this one. Pechin's. I've taken a few of you there over the years to experience (sorry Smitty for making you afraid of a possible lynching.)
Thanks new reader!
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Oh, Pechins. I remember going there with my parents when I was in middle school. I was so mortified that I would see someone from school or die of a disease from the filth. I think we actually stopped at a gas station afterwards to wash our hands.
Part Deux of the Fayette Countyness is now available for your viewing pleasure...enjoy.
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!..molly i about pissed my pants while i was reading wolfgangs description of Pechins...i have not laughed that hard in a while....people actually came into my office and was like "i have to read what youa are reading cause you are laughing so hard"...but i told them they would not understand the blog unless you experienced Pechins for themselves!!...LOVE IT!!
Pechins... Ahh, Pechins... I think the last time I was there I was 8 years old. I remember a kid annoying his mom. She got pissed, smacked him, he fell into some glass bottles of imitation maple syrup, the bottles crashed to the concrete floor and all he said was, "You see what I mean?!" I don't know why that has stuck in my head all these years. I also remember the parking lot, if you can call it that, basically sucking up cars as they drove through. The potholes were like sinkholes.
My other fond memory of Dunbar was when I was in 9th grade (1986) and I met some punks at the local Burger King. Anyway, my friend and I got in the car with them and we drove to Dunbar to some abandoned house. They were all spray painting the inside of it and they made a bong out of... I shit you not... a fucking drain pipe from the ground. They dug it up, brought it into the house, laid it on the floor, covered one end with a piece of cardboard, put some tin foil and weed in one of the cracks on top and put their mouths (faces) at the end of it and started sucking. After a minute or two, the person holding the cardboard let go and the smoke came billowing out the end like a chimney. Then they took me to this clearing into the woods (we had to cross train tracks and go up some haystack of a hill or something?) in complete darkness. We met up with a ton of other punks and they were all dancing around this enormous bonfire. I left shortly after that because I basically felt like I was going to be killed.
Well, it turns out they were skinheads. According to the local paper only a few days later, there was some Satan worshipping and sacrificing going on in that neck of the woods. It was in the local paper a few days later. Once again, I shit you not.
Dunbar... Ahh, Dunbar...
that's amazing. reading that entry actually gave the same sense of dread and anxiety that i had when you took me to pechins. next time you go will you take a picture for me since i didn't think to do that on my trip?
Im glad you all liked the report...i could use some comments on my site (hint, hint). Also, for the Fayette-inclined, there is a recap of my trip through Uniontown. Thanks to T.G.I.T.C and warholchick for the kind words.
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