I wonder how so many people wound up here. They don't belong here. No one really belongs here. A few farmers and a few dogs. No men in suits or girls in white dresses. Don't they understand, they're bound to get grass stains. Don't they understand, these are supposed to be trees. This town breeds drugs. They grow in the ground and in sewage systems and under beds. Don't they understand, they should get out now while they still can! No one belongs here but grandfathers and corn fields and a deer from time to time. No men who work in office buildings. No girls with open legs. Don't they understand, they are bound to get their hearts broken. This town sucks the sleep right out of you. It keeps it for itself, its so damn tired all the time. In this town, you can't sleep. You just hide awake in the darkness with nothing to do but hope your plants grow soon. This town has no good cuisine. It was designed for homemade pumpkin pies and roast chicken. No men with catering services or girls making subs. Don't they understand, there is no market for that here. Don't they understand, it is not what we need. I wonder why they decided to end up here. It was a conscience choice. I was born into it and no am stuck. Don't they understand, they are free. Don't they understand, there is no room here. I wonder how so many people got here. They should have listened when we all screamed "Get out!"