I know and knew the area where I live is dangerous, but I was desperate and moved there anyways.
Now I have paid the price for stressing it, and I need to find a new place before this angst and suppressed fear eats me up from inside.
Bosco starts growling every time he sees a fat man, he’s scared, too.
Moving away in fear isn’t the answer, but I’m doing it anyways, I’m tired of this town and I’m tired of the area.
I’m out of here.