Just stumbled across pictures from Neon Hell.

I live near South of the Border. If you have ever been on I-95 then you know what i am talking about. Yes, it is an actual town/tourist trap. I say that to clarify the myth that it doesnt actually exist or that it can only be found by use of a compass born straight from the bowels of hell with a needle that was tempered in the halitosis of Satan himself. Its a horrid little speck of forsaken earth where large, neon-laden phallic structures spring up like withered vegitation after a hail-storm. Some visit jokingly. They buy stckers to put on the back of their cars. They dine in the steak-house that is actually a 40 foot tall sombrero. They know not what they do. For every dollar you spend in this terrible place Beelzebub himself owns a small percentage of your soul. I honestly do not know what keeps attracting people there. I guess it is the same dark, mystic allure that draws people to the Bermuda Triangle. The inexplicable sense of doom that sends tingles up your spine and an unhealthy burst of adrenaline straight to your heart. It seems to me that the seemingly endless row of strip-clubs with such colorful and festive names as "The Cage" and "The Pit" would make them think twice about their journey to the center of the earth. But no, it doesnt. I live less than 4 miles from there and i have only visited this cavern of human misery a few times. My survival instinct forbids me. I only go to gawk and stare in slack-jawed wonder at the intelligent witticisms such as the golf shop called "The Golf of Mexico". Even the golf shop is adorned on every possible side by layers upon layers of neon lights. Its as if Hell was forcibly insemenated by Las Vegas and this is the bastard child. I am certain that it is entirely possible to stand naked in the center of the place at midnight and get a very nice tan (i would advise against this however because i feel like i am catching STDs like they are Pokemon when i get near the place fully clothed).