Townies

I grew up in a tiny little town, full of creepy sugar cane farmers married to their tractors and ... fences. I think that was about it. No cinema, no arcade, there was an unbelievable amount of places to get your hair cut though, wow. Everyone pretty much knew eachother. Boring gossip kept the place alive even though it was more than dead. There was a MUCH BETTER, BIGGER TOWN about an hour away with such things, it was always such a retarded rush of excitement organizing with mates to take the bus there on weekends, or get a parent to shove us all in a car. I did do a lot of mini exploring though, we had a huge block of land with bush land friggin' everywhere. I'd often zoom around on my bike and cry at snakes. Snakes on a ground.

Now that I'm in THE BIG CITY of sorts, I don't really do that much exploring. ;_;

Jam it back in, in the dark.

I actually went back to visit my townie town town like two years ago, they whacked a McDonalds and three cinemas in. Not one, must have three!

There's nowhere I can't reach.