more of the smallness of things
One 7-11, one Food Lion, one Sheets, One Q-Stop, one CitCo, one Liberty(gas station)
one Berryville Pharmacy, other assorted mom and pop type country stores and every drunk ass backward county redneck fuck that feels the need to drive to Stauntan from Charleston,,,, that is Clarke County. Oh did I mention cows and horses that sometimes get out and wander the roadways... yeah
It's a nice town and I am glad to be working here instead of taking that god awful 2 hour drive to Arlington to sit in jail with a bunch of people who will NEVER get their shit together. Patrolling the quiet streets of Berryville on these, MOSTLY, uneventful nights is actually quite refreshing. But as I sit here with my blueberry yogurt writing up my "daily log" sheet I realize that I do want to be where there is a little more going on. 692 days and I am going back to Vegas. but who is counting.
it was 33 degrees here this evening as I walked around town doing my best Andy Griffin. Smile, nod, "How y'all doin this evenin?", "Yes it is cold mam, at least it's not windy though" Dear God am I getting stupider.... or just sounding that way.
I need coffee. No not now before I go home and go to bed. I mean I need some coffee in a place where there are some diverse people. I need good conversation. INTELLEGENT conversation. Something of culture. Something to hold my interest for longer than it takes for me to decide if you are going to jail or not. I want to talk to real people.
I need to go home an sleep.
one Berryville Pharmacy, other assorted mom and pop type country stores and every drunk ass backward county redneck fuck that feels the need to drive to Stauntan from Charleston,,,, that is Clarke County. Oh did I mention cows and horses that sometimes get out and wander the roadways... yeah
It's a nice town and I am glad to be working here instead of taking that god awful 2 hour drive to Arlington to sit in jail with a bunch of people who will NEVER get their shit together. Patrolling the quiet streets of Berryville on these, MOSTLY, uneventful nights is actually quite refreshing. But as I sit here with my blueberry yogurt writing up my "daily log" sheet I realize that I do want to be where there is a little more going on. 692 days and I am going back to Vegas. but who is counting.
it was 33 degrees here this evening as I walked around town doing my best Andy Griffin. Smile, nod, "How y'all doin this evenin?", "Yes it is cold mam, at least it's not windy though" Dear God am I getting stupider.... or just sounding that way.
I need coffee. No not now before I go home and go to bed. I mean I need some coffee in a place where there are some diverse people. I need good conversation. INTELLEGENT conversation. Something of culture. Something to hold my interest for longer than it takes for me to decide if you are going to jail or not. I want to talk to real people.
I need to go home an sleep.