While I was in college, Iwent to Jerome Arizona with a former friend. He kept playing this faggy 90s music the entire time we were driving with this guy wailing. I kept seeing cool signs talking about a ghost town and a mining museum. A real “Old West” ghost town was something I always wanted to experience. We get there and this “friend” didn’t want to see the old ghost town or mining museum. He wanted to go to some faggy restaurant and eat expensive pasta and drink expensive wine. I was like WTF?! bro. Then he tells me that the restaurant is owned by the guy singing the faggy music. I told him I’m going to the museum and see the ghost town before it closes. I found him a few hours later and we drove back home. He seemed disappointed that the singing faggot never came to his own restaurant. He really thought he comes to his own restaurants.

Anyways, the ghost down and mining museum were fucking rad. Avoid the gay ass wine and food and see the museum and ghost town in Jerome AZ.