East Marion
A crummy town on the North Fork of Long Island. It's packed with old people and Greeks who think they're the kings of the world. One restaurant that’s only for tourists. A dumb lavender farm that Asians love more than their parents. All you do is scream at your neighbors and eat bad food.
East Marion is the place where I live. It’s like a retirement home run by Greeks who talk too much.
I came to East Marion for the lavender. I left with a headache and a Greek neighbor who won’t stop talking.
The only restaurant is the same every year. I’ve had the same sandwich for three years.