I’ve written before about how downright fuglyass it is here in Jersey. Man, I don’t know how I stand it.

You know what folk say about Jersey. It’s stinky. Smells like burnt Pampers.

You’d think fall would be peeking through, but all we see is industrial smog.

There’s color, but it’s mostly brown. And grey. And dirt. ‘Cause, you know. It’s Jersey.

Hardly anything to look at when you go outside, really.

Man, fall in Jersey. Other states get foliage color and leaf peepers. We don’t have any of that, no sir, no ma’am. You’d hardly know it’s fall.

Even the Japanese maple out front isn’t acknowledging the season. Fall in Jersey? Pah. What’s the point?

It’s just fall. In Jersey.