"I was familiar with only two city types: those vibrant and volatile, where you stumble off the bus—all fiery—storming into a town that hurls forth culture and climax in unfair amounts. I looked at the pavement cracks, the cop demanding my ID, the upsetting scene of a dead turtle… Dallas was the second—“So bad it’s good.” Gritty and unforgiving, lots of weeds and soy milk nowhere. It growls, and you laugh, because it’s just a big, stupid city. It presents its most menacing packs of angry youth—you laugh harder. It presents endless eight-lane chain-store strips, all leading nowhere—you’re doubled over. It puts a huge guard at every retail door, you eat its food, etc. etc. Sort of a “win-win” deal either way."