I hate Kingston. With a firey passion. This isn't something that has ever changed; I've hated it since I was old enough to care. From third grade I swore I'd get out of this town and never come back- but I came back anyway, saying, "Well, it wasn't really that bad. There are some good people down there."
It's a fucking trap, and all of you Kingston people should get the fuck out of it.
Now, I don't know if people cared that I missed the party; if they were upset, or just shrugged it off. But, the kicker: I don't particularly care. I'm getting out of this hole, and this time, I really mean it when I say I won't be coming back. Oh, there'll be occasional visits; Christmas, Easter, etc. Can't escape the family forever. But I'm never going to spend more than 36 hours here once I get out this time.
When I heard the death toll in Iran, I said to myself, "Well, that's about the population of Kingston. Wonder if that fault under the Hudson intends to go any time soon."
I hate Kingston.