Crazy to think I’m saying this.
“I wish this town wouldn’t change”
We’re all for progressive change and, you know, change for the better – the future and all.
But God, do I wish I could be in a small town that never changed.
The small town I grew up in has blown up drastically with mega plazas, brand new homes and subdivisions.
And all the silly names for new neighborhoods and streets.
It’s not the same.
I remember the little store my mom and I use to go to. Lowes.
Not the hardware store, but the grocery store Lowes. Where we would get fresh cinnamon muffins and rum muffins – with no raisins.
Fuck a rum rasin muffin.
What a town. The one grocery store, the one school, the one gas station. The library and city hall. Oh and of course, Wal-Mart
Shoot, there were never any homeless people around here.
A lake was always a few minutes away. Depending where you wanted to go. A river in our yard.
Seems no matter what, a small home town is a great representation that nothing ever stays the same. Change is inevitable.
Scandalous Lifestyle, Revised 