You jus' a gangsta' boy. Gotta git back to da' hood.
I'm not sure I could move back to the city. I hate just going there to see the kids/grandkids and crap. There are certainly things I sometimes miss about it, like the night life, but that would probably just kill me. So, I stay out here in the toolywads where the most excitement we've had in years was a nutty neighbor who burned his house up just because... well, because he's batshit crazy. A friend who lives across the street to the now vacant lot had a "Fire Sale" party during the whole overnight ordeal. Good times. I'm sure the four or five area fire departments trying to put it out enjoyed having 40 or so drunks across the street.
There was a guy who had some sheep in a small pasture on the edge of town, that escaped. They wandered into town. You could hardly get in or out of the bar without tripping over a fuggin' sheep. Somebody finally called him and told him they were running loose in town, around 10 PM, and he finally got them rounded up and back in the pasture around noon the next day. I don't recall ever seeing anything quite like that in the city. Sure, the occasional pervert driving around town in a convertible with a sheep in a prom dress riding shotgun, but not a whole flock of the things running loose.
They actually still drive around spraying toxic crap into the air for mosquito control. It's like living in the Dark Ages. They don't believe in climate change because Hillary's emails. Never mind that year's worth of rain in the middle of August... that's just TrumpaLumpaDumpa making farming great again. Maybe they won't actually siphon the Platte River down to nothing but sand, this year.
Clearly, I need sleep. I got to mow again, tomorrow. Bah.
