east palatka
A slightly less gross version of Palatka, the stinky backside of Florida. It’s just trees and bugs that want to bite you to death and you’ll never see your neighbor because they’re too busy screaming at the mosquitoes.
My cousin moved to East Palatka and now he looks like a raccoon that got stuck in a blender.
I took a nap in East Palatka and woke up with a thousand bites and a message from my mom: 'You're not going to the prom.'
East Palatka is where the mosquitoes are so big, they’re like tiny dragons that ride your arm and eat your soul.