This Town

I’ve been in this city for 5 days, now. This isn’t the first time I’ve been here. I was here back in 1994. This was a great city to be in then. The people were really great. The nights were warm and friendly. The streets were alive w/love and laughter. I knew everybody. No one had cell phones or ipods or mp3 players. We actually talked to ONE ANOTHER. I’ve been here 5 days, now and not a soul has two words to me outside of “How can I help you?” or “Will that be all, sir?” My heart shudders at the impersonal-ness of it all. What happened to this town?
I travelled here from another city out in the midwest. That was a city completely hostile to me! I hated it. It wasn’t the first time I was there, either. I hated it the first time I went there and I hated it the second time, too. Sometimes, I need to learn lessons the hard way, I guess. People say we’re living in the “end times”. What they don’t realize is that people have always been inhumane to one another. We’re just getting more chances to be so these days. Pursue the material dream, right? Fools.
Anyway, I still like THIS town very much. There is still the feint scent of those long lost days I enjoyed so long ago. Still, it’s starting to feel like it was utterly another life. Another world that no one knows about except me. All the people are gone. All my friends. I don’t recognize anyone. Some of the buildings are the same. That Asian restaraunt where I used to eat noodles and eggrolls and drink pitchers of beer is still there. Now, though, the young children I used to see running around that place are all grown up and they RUN the restaraunt, now. It’s strange. And sad.
What happened to this town?
I didn’t stop in time or anything. I just completely missed all the changes that took place over the last 13 years. Things are so different. Crack and alcohol have ruined everything. Gone are the LSD days. People look at me w/an air of conceit. Sometimes, I feel like I have to be a damn crackhead just to make friends. What the hell happened to this town?! Oh, right, the new generation, etc, etc. These new young people have no sense “others” and as such, can have no sense of respect.
Well, I’m a survivor and I can give people another chance. I can be optimistic. I can have hope, too. I won’t be broken. I’ll never conform and succumb to being a pathetic crackhead. I don’t like that drug, anyway. Someone in this town can love me. Somebody wants to be my friend. I won’t feel sorry for myself. I’m native and I’m strong. I’ve been through worse and lonelier times than this. I’m just sad that this town has gotten so gutted. I still really like this city. I do.

This Town


Brighton, United States

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