Back in a fox. 1988 Turbo Coupe. The life journal.
Reply #39 –
No. But there are rotten apples under every tree, however, as someone from the other side, who is more at home in a deer stand or in the cab of a Case 1370, the idea of being IN the big city is, in the kindest wording, shaging awful. And I lived for 4 and half years in Springfield Missouri.
As above, not everyone likes the constant noise, stink, traffic, crime, and dope one finds in the city. I also like to be able to piss off of the front porch and not have to worry about taking a ride downtown in the back of a cop car.
Don't knock the country life, it's clear you've never lived on a farm, felt the sting of a frosty morning, watching a whitetail buck and jockeying for a clean shot, or smelled the fresh crisp rain of a spring thunderstorm.
To be fair, I've spent a lot of time big cities, and simply raged and fussed until I could get my ass back home. This particular piece of ground I'm on....I've got ties to this land. My earliest memories are here. I expect to die here, and it would suit me fine to sleep eternally somewhere up north, my carcass nourishing a tree or the like. The lack of crime is a huge bonus. What crime there is can be swiftly dealt with on my own, with a Walther or Mossberg. Of course, in Chicago, you can't hardly call yourself a gun owner AND a law abiding citizen without some distortion of truth. That's any big city, but the Windy City....yeah, Killville.