P-Ville
Placerville is where your parents live. It’s full of people who think a hot dog is a meal. No hot chicks. No teeth. Just dust and dreams of escape.
Placerville is where my mom still lives. She thinks a hot dog is a full meal.
If I had to stay in Placerville one more year, I’d start a riot.
Placerville is like a prison. I’m never going back.