Hicks be gone.

I live across the street from a "hotel" of sorts for people coming in from outside of the city to get medical treatment. The "hotel" is on South Park Street and is designed for people who can't afford a regular hotel. My bitch is that every day I look out the window I see dozens of fat slobs standing out on the sidewalk smoking and nattering about some assinine thing. There is a pile of cigarette butts on the ground that spreads out about 25 feet squared. All the grass is gone. About three buildings down from this hotel there is a half-way house, which seems to house much the violent and mentally distubed people I see walking the steets downtown. The people in the Half-way house who are attracted to the fat-slobs with cigs. perpetuates the already visual nightmere.

Furthermore, the hicks drive up to the "Lodge" in their massive american made heaps of automobile-crap and they have no idea how to drive. The extent of their driving experience is driving to the local strip mall to pick up a carton of cigs. some lottery tickets and a jumbo bag of Doritos. They fender-bender local cars when they try and park and walk away as if nothing happened. (i have called the cops several times, including when one of them hit my car.) I have seen them hit a person on a bicycle and several runners.

I live constatly now with the curtains drawn as to not see this gut-wrenchingly depressive scene. And to think, if I moved just a few houses down, I could have opened my curtains and not worried about parking my car on the street.

And to the hicks... Maybe if you didn't smoke your f*cking weight in cigarettes every day, ate real food and drove cars that didn't clean out the worlds oil reserves, you would not only be able to afford a hotel, but you would probably be healthy enough NOT to have to come in to "the big city" and bog down our medicare.

F*CK off you ugly scum, go and pollute your own shack or trailor or whereever the f*ck you came from!!!!!!!!!!!

Janet Taylia