Sunday, July 5, 2009

Who's House??

Well folks, it's that time of year, in Worster, again. The summer sun shining, young children in the front yard playing and enjoying their time off from school, massive amounts of rednecks and guys suffering from MPE ( male penus envy) riding around in their souped up, way to friggin loud muscle cars, and of course the Worster fireworks.
I have to admit, I really hate this time of year in this backwoods, redneck-ville town. In the past I have found any and every excuse to get out of town for the usual (and monotinous) 4th of July festivities that Worcester has to offer. I must admit, that back when I was a boy of just 16 years old, that the "burnouts" was somthing I had looked forward to. But since then I have grown up and matured. I guess the shitty of Worster has never grown up or matured for that matter. I honestly can't think of anything more juvenille ( other than snapping bra straps) than to race around town in a brightly colored hotrod, and then either attend or yet worse, participate, in an event like the "burnouts". Come on people, grown men (and some woman) spinning and burning their tires while the areas finest people hoot and holler at you!! Plus, from what I've heard (since I haven't actually attended this event since MY days of juvenille adolesence) you have to to dish out your hard earned cash, during these times of recession, to have the pleasure of hootin' and hollerin' at such an event.
To think, all of this good old fashioned mullet-style fun leads right up to the main event, the Worster fireworks! It's actually amusing to me that people start lining their lawn chairs up at the wee hours of the morning just so they can have a good seat for the fireworks display, which doesn't even happen until around 8:30 or 9:00 at night. I, for one (as usual) will not be present for any of these events. Like I said, I grew up many years ago and no longer find amusement in any of this. So people, enjoy the mullet fest and the demise of our atmosphere with all the smoke generated by these two events. Maybe one day Worster will hit puberty and realise that this kind of behavior seems to be only acceptable in a little, backwater hick town. Or maybe that's just what this town is after all!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Time of The "Little Prick" is here!!!

Hi. As you now may know; I am Little Prick. No I didn't choose this name for blogging bcause I thought that it may be a clever or catchy name. It was chosen because, that is exactly what I am. I'm not even making a blatent reference to phalacy in any way. All of those that choose to read my blogs will soon begin to realize that I am ecactly what I claim to be; Just a "Little Prick".
So... how about a little backround information?
Well, I have been a Worcester (a.k.a. Worstever) resident for just a little over thirty years now. I've lived in just about all of the various neighborhoods that Worcester has to offer. As a child, I lived for some years in the wonderful Great Brook Valley. Living there as a young, crippled, white, child really taught me (at a young age) some of the finer points of growing up in the Worcester projects. But, I survived that and turned out just fine.
At the time of adolescence my family and I moved to the Grafton Hill section of the city. this is pretty much where I did all of my growing up. I attended junior high and high school while living there. I made a lot of friends while being on the Grafton Hill. Many of which, are to this day, some of the best friends I've ever had. Honestly, of all the neighborhoods that I've lived in, this was my favorite one. The Grafton Hill of the early to mid 90's was a pretty decent place for a young person to have grown up in.
During early adulthood, I had the great displeasure of spending quite a few years living in the Belmont Hill area. To be more precise, Rodney St. The only thing about living there that was any fun was that during the summer evenings you almost never needed cable. All you'd have to do is sit out front of your building (especially on a Friday night) and just watch the neighborhood people out on the streets fighting about whom ever drank their last beer, or argue over who sells the fatest "rocks". Sometimes it was quite amusing, but lots of times I would have daydreams about a terrorist attack that would take that entire street out.
In the the years that followed I lived in many other spots. i.e.; Pleasant St., Shrewsbury St. ( which would have been nice if I could have been able to put up with the hundreds of drunks that seemed to congrigate there to get even more intoxicated, due to just the fact that it was Shrewsbury St.), Green Hill area, and even the Tatnuck Sq. area.
Nowadays I live, with my family, in the Main South neighborhood. I really have to tell you what a great big peice of shit this area is. I mean don't get me completely wrong, some of my heighbors are really nice people, and I have met some decent people from this neighborhood, but for the majority, it really is a shitty place to raise kids. It's pretty much impossible for me to go to the local convenience store without being asked for money by a potetial patron of said conveniant store. Actually it's more like; " Yo man, let me get a dollar", than it is asking. Also, I personally don't have anything against the smoking of pot (a.k.a. marijuana), but I really hate it when I bring my kids to the nearby park and on the way in someone offers to sell me a "dime", then, about half way to the area for kids to play, a few local "customers" of said salesman are enjoying themselves a "smoke" not more than ten feet away from where kids are expected to slide down the slides, and swing on the swings. To me this is just plain disrespectful of chidren. To sell and or use "mary" in a place designed for children to play, have fun, and retain some of their youthful innocence.
But, enough on this subject. As I've said, I've lived all over Worster and personally I really, honestly fucking hate this city (if you can even call it that). Every thing that this backwoods shithole tries to accomplish just plain fails. Like, how many more times can we rebuild that eye sore of a mall downtown just to have it fail again and again. I also hold a special place in my heart for all the people out there that seem to really like this "shitty", I loathe every one of those people and really look foward to expressing this in my future blogs.
So, please make sure to tune in for further blogs of hatred and disgust for the city of Wista and those that actually are willing to defend it.