Today, however, nobody ever leaves their house unless they have to. You see, we live approximately 45 minutes away from a shpping centre, so most people only go to town once a week to buy what they need, and if they run out of something during that week, then they have to wait until they go to town again the next week. My friends from that town who do not understand this kind of living are amazed. They can't understand the fact that when we run out of milk we can't just take the car over to the Co-op and buy some more. This life I'm living is utterly repititous and boring.
Nothing ever happens, nothing ever changes.
The only fun we have around here any more is when we are intoxicated with substances that make our dull lives seem rather amusing, until we wake up the next day at 4 PM throwing up with a throbbing headache. We return to our lives again. I wish I could leave this place that my ancestors cursed me with. Maybe it was a long time ago. But it seems that technology in a small town just doesn't fit.