a dog-eared town

I knew it was time to move when the note on the apt door across from us was for the state police.

No lying.

Taped to the door was an envelope. In a chicken scrawl, hand written letters “for state police”.

Oh nice. I guess the guy across the hall couldn’t take a hint when the Milford PD searched his car for drugs to straighten up. Whatever he did now involved the state police. Nice. So glad he’s living across the hall.

Oh and speaking of the Milford PD, while I’m happy that they are sitting in the parking lot to stop the imminent chaos that is the high school letting out, it’s sad and pathetic that the “adults” of Milford don’t realize how horrible their children act and that a police car is required to keep their brilliant offspring in check.

It’s not a good sign when the police are at your apartment complex on a weekly basis. And that’s not counting the daily presence when the circus is let out daily.

Then there’s all the rest of the crime in town. Plus the extra stop lights and the all around noise and bad behaviour.

Ya know, we left a city for a good town. It looks like the city has followed us. I guess we should at least move to a real city to get some city benefits. Too bad RomneyCare has ruined Taxachusetts or maybe we’d move to Boston. Ah well, I’m sure we’ll find someplace good for us.