way down in kokomo

that's where i don't want to go. the beach boys were certainly not signing about kokomo, indiana. as i drove through it again, this time with my husband, on the way to the indianapolis airport even he didn't like it. so, it's not just me. and the smell. we think they must make ass there. funny i didn't notice it the first time i drove through. probably because i was busy cursing the 6,492 traffic lights through town. that are all timed to turn to red as soon as you approach them.