That’s 55th out of … 55.
To which I say, FUCK RIGHT ON OFF, HATERS…because aside from all the intolerant, misguided, Right Wing Conservative Christian bastards who people the place — oh, and trust me, PLENTY OF THEM MOTHERFUCKERS DO PEOPLE IT — Fresno is an awesome place to have grown up…and I wouldn’t trade my time there for anything in the world. You might be surprised to hear that those things you may perhaps see in my character or in my work that you find in any way interesting or entertaining, were absolutely informed by a youth spent in the Land of The Dancing Raisins, Klein’s Mighty Truck Stop, Lesterburger, Oberti Olive commercials with spokesman Al Fucking Radka acting the fool, and toothless hookers named Aquanetta, Rayleen, and Lupe sashaying Blackstone Avenue in tube tops and tube socks whilst oblivious local families frolicked in the original Me n’ Eds Pizza Parlor right alongside them (BEST PIZZA EVER.) Rest assured, Fresno WILL be immortalized in my writing — of that, have NO DOUBT.
To shamelessly steal from another artist who also dearly loved the hardscrabble place in which he grew up …allow me to say that Fresno is in my ears and in my eyes. There is no escaping that for me…EVER — nor would I want to. For better or for worse, Fresno is at the very heart of who and what I am — and I would be nothing at all without it.
So, anyone who fucks with Fresno has got to come through ME first. This little working class Metseecan girl will take off these gottdamned hoops right now and GO FULL CHOLA on your ass.