Growing up in a relatively small town with a long lived community, things change but always remain kind of the same. When I was growing up my home town had about 1,400 people. Today, thanks to the housing boom of 2010 and the wonderfully atrocious sub-development of previously unused forest land it now has a population hovering around 11,000. Of that 11 thousand there are still the same 14 hundred people milling around, except now we live in "historic" downtown.
The long winded point I'm trying to make is that despite the influx in fresh blood into our little pond we still go to the same bars we always did. So when I go out and drink in "The Valley" I am destined to run into at least a half dozen (on a school night) people I know from High School, community sports, previous jobs or any number of things. Unfortunately not all of them are in fact people I wanted to run into. Though it maybe exceedingly tempting to settle old scores with a drop-down, drag-em-out, good old fashion dive bar brawl. We just don't do that because then the cops get called and it's either going to be the good looking young cop I really actually want to sleep with or its the older one who will call my mother despite the fact I've been a legal adult for the better part of a decade.
It's hard living the life of a sophisticated redneck. Making idle chitchat while not so secretly wishing I was Medusa and I could turn her to stone for all time with just a look or that my eyes were like Cyclops from the XMen and I could blast her into oblivion. But alas I am no mythological creature or comic book character. I'll simply have to order another round and remind myself that this is why I don't go out and drink in "The Valley."
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