mayberry hell

I work in mayberry hell. really. This place has all the warm acutriments of Mayberry, plus the hearthful warming qualities that, Hell has to offer. We have a town drunk. Who stays drunk. Marries the towns crazy lady, in between hospital stays.

We have local small town politicians with hair pieces that make your wonder if a bald poodle is somewhere shivering in a corner trying to keep warm. You have the local beauty shops with the little blue hairs who go in to get their blue hair quaffed in the style that is usually referred to as;" she looks so nice" when passing the casket.

We have a depraved miniature inner city fully equipped with all the crack, drugs, and whores, you could ever dream of. I suspect a lot of small towns have evolved this way. Small gas stations and mom and pop stores, no different than 50 years ago, minus the gang tags spray painted on the walls.

Its all here. And I suspect everywhere. You just gotta now where to look. I think you can find goodness and evil on every street corner. You just gotta now where to shop.