The minute we ended up back in Oregon we felt it.
Couldn't put our fingers on it, but it was there.
Having just trecked over eighty percent of the city with the countries highest murder rate, it didn't compute that we would feel more uncomfortable at a small store in Eugene.
The neighborhood is a mixture of early turn of the century logging houses, and 1960's/1970's Bauhaus rejects. Form follows function filling cabinets used to house the working poor, and latin population. About one out of every six dweelings has had major maintainance done to it in the last ten years.
It is like an American nightmare version of the Ewok village. The entire area overgrown with vines, black berries, trees, and underbrush. And everything is rotting. The wood, the cars, and the people.
Whitaker is in an entire state of decay. It is slowly chewing up the minds of those people that live within it. If one is not entirelly consumed by Meth, then they have a neighbor that is, or a lab that has blown up across the street. The theft rate is as high as major cities, and the police seem even more complacent. Durring harvest time entire city blocks smell like good weed, and it become sickening to wake up in the morning.
Even the air smells like a left over from some day glo fantasy of Ken Kesey's, yet equiped with all the horror that he so willingly glossed over but yet is so apparant upon close inspection.
The thing I hate most about Meth heads is the violent outbursts or aggression that seem to come all the time, and without warning. It makes it hard to go to the store..........
Couldn't put our fingers on it, but it was there.
Having just trecked over eighty percent of the city with the countries highest murder rate, it didn't compute that we would feel more uncomfortable at a small store in Eugene.
The neighborhood is a mixture of early turn of the century logging houses, and 1960's/1970's Bauhaus rejects. Form follows function filling cabinets used to house the working poor, and latin population. About one out of every six dweelings has had major maintainance done to it in the last ten years.
It is like an American nightmare version of the Ewok village. The entire area overgrown with vines, black berries, trees, and underbrush. And everything is rotting. The wood, the cars, and the people.
Whitaker is in an entire state of decay. It is slowly chewing up the minds of those people that live within it. If one is not entirelly consumed by Meth, then they have a neighbor that is, or a lab that has blown up across the street. The theft rate is as high as major cities, and the police seem even more complacent. Durring harvest time entire city blocks smell like good weed, and it become sickening to wake up in the morning.
Even the air smells like a left over from some day glo fantasy of Ken Kesey's, yet equiped with all the horror that he so willingly glossed over but yet is so apparant upon close inspection.
The thing I hate most about Meth heads is the violent outbursts or aggression that seem to come all the time, and without warning. It makes it hard to go to the store..........
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i do want to use that story though. if it wasn't last minute i'd have made space. in the future we should work on some similar project together.
thanks though.