small town vs. big city

After much internet investigation and research, I decided to take the bus downtown today. The ride there was quick, and despite the general aura of filth, enjoyable. I anticipated all of the stores that decorate 5th avenue and the surrounding area. When the bus arrived on 5th, I jumped off, and excitedly began walking what I recall as "left." I walked, and walked and walked. I managed to cover about six blocks and pass about a hundred hobos, until I heard a some construction workers gathered around an open sewer cover say, "Oh, yeah, we've got a lot of waste down here... It looks like dumpage from a meth lab." I then realized that I was in the one place my parents warned me not to go near; The International District. The INTL Dist. is known to have the worst crimes and gangs... Woops.

Well, I spun around in mighty morph time and began walking the exact way I came from. About ten blocks later, and I was one of thousands of other shoppers! Albeit I was among so many, I still managed to detect a few familiar faces; Robby Teas, Corey Teas, and the infamous and supposedly missing/dead, MARIO KLANOTT. Well, folks he's alive and... Not well. Greg reminded me that Mario was the who, in elementary school, tried to convince us all that he fout in "'Nam" (Vietnam). He and some other groupies were all sitting on the corner, filthy from lack of proper hygeine, with grocery carts filled with their possessions.