It’s a long drive down to Ivanwood, Louisiana – feel like I’ve taken this drive hundreds of times. The same blue highways, cracked and blistered, with the same beer cans and pill bottles in the gutter. The same run down houses, plywood churches, overgrown cemeteries. The same feeling of desperation as you drive through each one of these beat up old towns. It’s no wonder I get so many calls for help in places like this…

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