What a fucking day. (497 hits)
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Submitted by Kraven (View user info) at 2006-02-16 14:12:16 EST
The water, dripping randomly and aimlessly to the ground from the awnings out front. I watch the cars pass by through the dust covered windows. Small town America, where your dreams are dreams, and your nightmares are reality.
Im starting to think i need to get the hell away from this place, for more reasons than i can count. I've got a dead-end job, and hardly any family worth staying for. The town, antique. The buildings, the same as they were 200 years ago only decorated by "modern" renovations.
I've never thought myself having any "special" talent, nor do i fully buy into ESP, or "psychic powers" of any kind. I've never looked at myself as super-insightful, but i dont know what to blame anymore. Since the first day i moved here, i knew my stay would be hell.
I grew up in a somewhat larger city, nothing like New York, but if any of you are familure, Pensacola Florida. Yes, to my current living situationm that is "big." Things where normal there, coke houses on the corners, heroin addicted bikers, and gang bangers where just a normal part of the neighborhood decor.
Like i said, a normal life. I had the mix, friends, fears, and freaks. There was one on ever block, here in good ol'small town Michigan things are different. No, we dont have the crack houses, or the heroin addicts. Instead, we have white picket fences, nice green lawns, and super friendly neighbors.
Excuse me while i gag, this is just the picture frame. Lets remove the plastic, and reveal whats really inside. Mr.Smith, beautiful white house on the hill, white picket-fence, hes the most succesful person in town. His wife, his kids, all his possesions are pefect. Thats not an oppinion, nor is it questionable, they are angels.
Reality, Mr.Smith: Runs a child pornography website from the backroom of his basement office. Charges local farmers 20 bucks an hour for a personal private sessions in his barn. In this town, favors don't exist. Everyone owes someone something, but are just waiting to cash in at the right time.
Ever since i moved here, i could tell something wasn't right. Someone was telling me to get out, go while i can. I've never understood how, or why people would actually chose to raise their kids in such a perverted and fucked up town, untill one day. I'd finally stumbled across the truth.
Looking on a map, you could locate the town by litterally looking just south of Hell, i swear no lies here. That in mind, you could only think one thing, "This can't be good." I've felt the evil presence ever since my arrival to this shit-hole. My first year of school, a class-mate kills himself with his fathers gun. Cool kid too, they say it was an accident, i blame the aura of this town.
Alot of you may watch scary movies where-in they go to some remote town and all kinds of crazy shit happends. Those could have captions "based on a true story" and i would vouche for it. Not two years later, i learn that previously another would-be classmate of mine died in a fire, burned alive. Senior year, party hardy kid tries to kill himself at the party, walks up to us blood gushing from his wrists holding a broken and bloody beer bottle, "Im so sorry," the dumbass mumbles.
Beleive it or not, all of this is related. This town has an image, an image the people that have inherited by generation after generation of goat-herding cow fuckers. The image, they so suerly want to keep, but require so much work to cover it up. This town, is a consipiracy.
Since graduation, I've had one friend killed in war (Iraq) may God rest his soul, one was t-boned by a semi-truck, and the others car had exploded on impact with a train. Dental records where needed to identify the body. The worst part about it is that these were in my oppinion some of THE best people that could have come out of this town. All five of them were tragically killed, aside from the fucking psycho who cut his arm, he lived (on the contrary to my wishes, i'd chose the other 5 that died any day i hope thats not wrong).
Everyone i know is depressed, they deny it, but its true. They're all high-school heart-broken, even the ones who say "drama" is stupid. Its like high-school year after year after year. There are the popular kids in town, (The family buisness owners) the kids that just show up (Those of us who moved into this town, only to feel its "welcome") and the one kid everyone makes fun of (This is the family that likes to keep to them-selves, they dont gossip nor do the meddle in anyoens buisness, the true american) they aren't wanted here.
Perfect example just walked in my office. 12 year old, mind you its 1:30, why isnt' she in school? Wearing her "volley ball outfit" she strolls in to pay her mothers late fees, and runs out the door not even bothing to pull it shut behind her (remember old town, old buildings, doors dont shut on their own.)
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Sorry about the distrubance, had to close the door. That is exactly what im talking about, if you ever hear the expression "where you born in a barn" kick them in the fucking nuts, because the above is the outcome of "being born in a barn." These people have the intelligence of a mule, and the integrity of a sloth.
My appologizies as this turned into more of a rant than an explanation why this town is stealing my soul. If i predict right, the anti-christ will be born here, and i know whome his family will be. I hate this town, and i hate everything about it, if i didnt know any better i'd tell it to go south, but surprisingly, and matter-of-factually Hell is to the North and would be considered a step up. I know small town life is supposed to be, weird... to say the least, any other small-towners out there live in a town as fucked up as mine? I'd love to hear your stories.
Before i move, im going to squat and take a hearty shit right on this fucking town.....
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Submitted by Kraven (user info) at 2006-02-17 08:08:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by WildcatMcGee (user info) at 2006-02-16 16:02:53 (#)
Ranking: -2
"integrity of a sloth"
What.the.fuck. You are just using phrase structures incorrectly that you've heard somewhere else. This phrase alone made you sound like a dumbass.
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The state of being unimpaired; soundness. ---- perhaps incorrectly used, perhaps stretched the world meaning alittle...
A sloth, we could all agree would appear "impared" upon speed, and motivation, "impared" upon "getting something done..." But your right, incorrect or unclear representation or association with one word makes me look like a dumbass..... -2 for me :)
Submitted by WildcatMcGee (user info) at 2006-02-16 16:02:53 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
"integrity of a sloth"
What.the.fuck. You are just using phrase structures incorrectly that you've heard somewhere else. This phrase alone made you sound like a dumbass.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-02-16 15:03:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I hear you. Loud and clear.
you need a plum. it won't help, but you'll have a plum.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2006-02-16 14:19:32 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I just don't know where to start.
So I won't.
Submitted by Kraven (user info) at 2006-02-16 14:13:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Before anyone starts, i didnt proof-read, nor did i spell check, frankly i just wasn't in the mood.
All comments accepted, help make a poor boy laugh....