FILTHY IN THE DEEP SOUTH
ELLA
When my parents first told me we were moving to Southern Louisiana a few months before I turned 18, I had been furious. I loved our home in Michigan, and I had no desire to move to what I felt would surely be the ass crack of America. I couldn’t imagine ever getting used to the heat and humidity. I mean, they don’t even get snow for Christmas! The whole idea of it had me feeling really depressed, but we had to move for my dad’s job, so we left and made the long journey to our new home right in the heart of Cajun Country.
I managed to graduate high school, although I did it feeling like a weird Yankee outsider the whole time, and I’d just turned 18 a couple of weeks ago. The only that made this place bearable was our next-door neighbor. He’d introduced himse
