Even crackheads vote


I received an e-mail a few weeks back from Jason Bugg, a freelance writer from a small town in North Carolina asking if I'd be interested in running a piece he'd written on a band coming through Boise. When I declined, he e-mailed back, saying thanks and, in closing, mentioned that he was on his way to drive people to the polls. As caught up in the many facets of the current elections as anyone else, I asked him to elucidate. Here's the reply he sent me (I'm still laughing):

"I live in this incredibly rural town and I volunteered for the Obama campaign to drive the elderly people, those with DUI's and the meth addled to the polls today.
Seriously. I had a meth addict in the car earlier. It was weird. The lady was going on about voting for Obama because she hated Palin. It was strange. Then she made me let her out of the car at a different place. She asked me to wait for her for five minutes and then give her a ride home. I didn't want to, but the perverse part of me talked the sensible part of me into doing it. She came back into the car and I asked her if she had anything in the car that might get me into trouble and she said no. I pressed a few more times and she told me that she did in fact use in the house I waited out in front of.

What do you say to that? I just looked at her and said, "Right on," and drove her home.

This is what happens when you live in a town of only 6,000 people."

Read the full story at jasonbugg.blogspot.com.