Lake Ozark, Misery

The LOZ; the place to be; the party town of Missouri is where I call home. The hills of the Ozarks house every known allergen, as well as families that are cooking something to be paranoid about. This man-made body of water holds rumors of dead bodies and piranhas that parent's tell as wives tales. The forever changing lanes of highway will lead you to the same place; once you're here, you'll never leave. The rolling landscape is covered in litter and overgrown weeds. Crosses from car wreck casualties line the roads like misplaced bones. Everyone that isn't from here thinks it's paradise. Everyone that lives here calls it the "State of Misery".