So I moved to a rural town, proclaimed online as “a retirement village,” hoping to find some peace and quiet among the retired folks. I’m only 32, but still…
Instead I ended up in a village full of crack-smoking, junkie ass, degenerate, cousin-fucking inbreds, who think they are a gang. Running “the hood,” as they call the place. Holy goddamn drama, of an infinite proportion!
Fuck this place! I can’t wait to get back to the city, even if it is full of sirens and drunk people puking everywhere. —ARRRRRG FUCKING ARRRRG
This article appears in Feb 23 – Mar 1, 2017.
Ricky, Julian & Bubbles not nearly so funny or endearing in real life, huh?
Welcome to Hillbilly Hollow, neighbour!
I grew up in a small town in a neighbourhood with a bunch of trail-park-boy types. Guns, drugs, knives, theft, suicide, drug overdoses, you name it. Couldn’t wait to get out of there. And it’s gotten worse since I left. The thugs and drug dealers keep many people in fear.
Anyway, there are lots of quiet suburban streets in HRM – so get your ass back to the city.
Pictou?
^^^^^ I was going to say Stellarton? but Pictou may suffice.
Goodness too many places to name, not just Stellarton or Pictou!