I lived in Dallas for 9 months about 15 years ago. I was working for Citicorp in Richardson and I lived in Plano. I found it to be a really bizarre place. For example I remember seeing my upstairs neighbor coming down the stairs in a mink coat with a walmart bag

.. Also I used to wake up in the middle of the night scared stiff because the guy in the next apartment was yelling so loud and beating the crap out of his girlfriend, it sounded like they were in my apartment. After calling the police multiple times and her refusing the press charges I asked to be moved to another apartment.
One morning I was driving to work early around 5am, and about to turn onto the road where my office was. Some dick in a giant GMC suburban didn't think I was going fast enough, passed me, then pulled diagonally in front of me and parked. I had to brake really hard to avoid hitting his truck. He got out of the truck, came up to my car and ripped the door open and tried to drag me out of the car by the neck. I was wearing my seatbelt so he couldn't but all the same it scared the hell out of me. I was able to close the door and get away but this guy? He looked like someones 55 year old dad.
I found this weird violence right under the surface there, this crazy anger that was inexplicable. Im probably not articulating it well but it was definitely something I could feel.
There was nothing to do there, but go shopping, or watch sports on tv and drink beer. And if you want to drink beer you had to have a unicard. I don't know if Texas is still functioning under the blue laws but it was then, and again it was bizarre.
There is only one place liked less than Texas and that was Atlanta. And that was a whole other can of worms. I came to realize that I am not fit to live in places that are land locked. I don't visit the beach much, as I am very fair skinned and burn, but I love the water and feel better just knowing its there.