What is 7 inches long, sliver, with a 3-inch blade? My new pocketknife. Why do I have a knife? For protection, silly. Therefore, I can brutally wound any attacker, robbers in particular. There have been strings of robberies lately all across town including the parts I work. My job is me walking about the business section and other parts of the city. In my territory, a diner was robbed weeks ago on my watch while I was a few streets away. While homicide has dropped significantly, robbery is quickly becoming the rising star crime in the city. Moreover, I and the other ambassadors are vigilate and aware and prepared. How am I to protect my wonderfully city with a 3 inch blade? Surely, the more I carry the knife the more my latent homicidal tendency has crept to the surface. The more feel like a vigilante prowling my city for criminals in the act. How would I react? Who knows? Here in this city, my knife and I are of few true heroes still left in this forgotten city in the muggy south. Here where homicide was once our claim to fame, where the True Blue are dripped in red for a little extra green, where politicians are neighbors that will not let you borrow a cup of sugar without signing a binding contact negating them of liability for hyperness and/or lack of flavor.
Welcome to River City, Virginia. Other wise know as -among the crowd in the know- Little NYC. A.k.a., Little Gotham.
A good thing has come out all this: my creative juices are starting to flow again, slowly but increasing. Why? Because I have been reading more existential stuff and getting to know the city more. A story is coming; I’m still working on it but its coming. Yay, no more writer’s block!
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