Here's the thing about the midwest.

All the people seem nice on the outside. On the inside they are the most vile example of demons walking the earth in human form you could ever hope to never encounter.

Every Midwestern person that is not living in a metropolitan area like Chicago or Indianapolis is basically a soulless sack of rotting shit wrapped in a burlap sack painted gold.

Being two faced is the norm for these people. Especially in small towns. They will know your business, and any business of yours they don't know they will fucking make up, and then tell everyone that isn't you.

Mrs. Magillicutty down the street will eventually become comfortable enough in your presence to include you in this little game of thrones, and tell you all about how George her neighbor is an Alcoholic welfare king that can't keep his hands off the girl at the photomat, and Jane Siemore says he might be a pedophile because he never leaves his house.

Meanwhile, two days later she'll be at George's house sipping an iced tea conversing about how she smelled pot in your living room.

Was there pot in your living room? WHO GIVES A FUCK I NEED SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT.

Welcome to the midwest.