a small, pass through town in Maine that has nothing but windmills and should-be condemned houses.
everyone is either a potato farmer or on drugs. particularly meth, or more recently fake heroin or dirty dope. everyone is judgmental, especially the tweakers.
everyone in everybody's business like they don't have 5+ dirty children to take care of. home to the cousin fuckers and big, beefy women that created the stereotypes of Maine.
they drive their dates to prom in a parade of giant potato farming tractors that take up both sides of the road, home to a truly rare breed ð¬
"You couldn't pay me to live in Mars Hill"