Jackson, California
This Jackson is the kind of town where the only things happening are underage drinking, babies, and people who think they’re going to get rich. It’s got a little museum, a creepy cemetery, and a train that just sits there like it’s mocking you.
I came to Jackson to party, but I also had a baby. That’s not a win.
That museum is so tiny, it’s like a kid’s bedroom.
The train just sits there like it’s waiting for someone to finally get it.