I saw this on SNL this past weekend and I had tears streaming down my face. In hindsight the skit is very silly, but because the impression is so spot-on (and I should know, I've met Mark Wahlberg) it had me in stitches.
I didn't grown up in a town. I grew up in a field. Seriously. No neighbors my age to play with, no cable, no air conditioning. I had to entertain myself for the first 18 years of my life. Now that I'm grown, I live in the town of towns. My house is in town, I work in town, I hang with my townie friends in town, and I drink and eat in the town. I guess you could say that I wake up every morning with a hometown hangover.
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