"There’s this hill over there and it’s called “Happy Hill” ‘cause my dad? his boss? he goes up there and he’s not allowed to drink because his wife says not to because it’s bad for his heart. ‘Cause he’s fat and his heart isn’t too good and it pumps too much and too hard and stuff. Well he goes up there and doesn’t tell his wife and he goes there to be happy and drink beers and not be yelled at or nuthin’. Up on the hill. on “Happy Hill”.
--My girlfriend’s five-year-old son, talking about this hill off the side of the highway where there’s all sorts of grass and gross stuff… in New Jersey…