Hookers and construction workers get the joke.
My message of love reached the corporate level. That’s far out, man.
“Yep, it really smells that bad” was all I could say. I didn’t leave Bakersfield as much as it left me. I’ve never lived in a more treacherous hive of scum and villainy. They don’t even bother to feed you to the lions they just run you over and leave the scene.
You have to be Rambo to go shopping all tactical about where you park at certain time of the day in a certain neighborhood to avoid drama and then add in homeless people like zombies with whatever drugged up horse shit they are pulling and I just couldn’t take anymore. I used to play the song The World is a Ghetto by the LA band War.
You got one choice, Bakersfield or Oildale. I’ll take door three, I’m out baby. It doesn’t matter where this hayride ends. Look at the world and it’s kinda bad right now or is it just me? The world is a ghetto.
Update: I’m living peacefully in Taft, this is fine.
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