This is neither here nor there but relates a bit to small town living.
I spent a fairly small portion of my youth in Golden BC.
My sister ended up marrying a guy from there. We were talking not too long ago about all my old friends.
I swear to god it went exactly like this:
Me: So what about Jason?
Him: cokehead, now he works at the mill
Me: So what about mike?
Him: cokehead, he's been to rehab like 4 times
Me: What about Tyler?
Him: He's an alcoholic and works at the mill.
Me: What about Matt?
Him: He's an alcoholic and is in jail.
Me: What about that cute girl chelsea?
Him: Pregnant at 16, cokehead, now she's married to Matt the alcoholic who's in jail.
It went on like this for a solid 10 names. I've lived in a few other small towns with similar results.
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