My town? Is the P in Pea soup? A once blue collar bastion the local yokels once defended with passion. Spouting its merits amongst friends in the city (SF) to no avail. Thankfully nobody wanted to hear a thing about foggy (Pathetica) Pacifica.
We stayed under the radar longer than anyone thought we would. We have the fog to thank for keeping the Huns at bay till now. It’s retreat will be the death nail of our sleepy town.
The hustle and bustle and traffic of a prosperous city replacing it. Boo hoo the natives are cranky. Their 1000 square foot homes are selling for almost two million.
My hometown is something else. I tell you.
You wanna know something they don’t tells ya bout me hometown? You already know? That’s what I figured. "Crickets"
Silence is becoming a rare commodity. I’ve managed up till now to give myself daily chemical lobotomies. This little slice of earth once provided me with a windfall. The barbarians are at the gate. And the bartender just cried out "Last call!"