The Insulated Mouse Trap

My hometown is almost exclusively for the faint of heart.

I may have been born 'in the ghetto" as a child, moving abruptly as my parents wanted to escape, deciding between snitching on the neighbors to the police or risking letting me stumble into drugs, prostitution and dogfighting rings, but our swift move forced me to live somewhere even worse.

From the 1% to the 99%. Yes I'm talking about going from the one sliver of excitement that exists in that boring city to the monotony of "golly Frank, how about that snowstorm yesterday" in this god forsaken city of nothing.

It's a trap, many fall victim to. The "quality of life" is absolutely unmatched on paper. Affordable housing, safe neighborhoods in the vast majority of the city, but all at the cost of any night life, excitement or adventure.

Despite getting down to -50 degrees occasionally, this city keeps it's citizens insulated, whilst suffocating them under a cozy blanket of mediocrity.

I have to get out.

I, WILL get out.