At a very young age I was elected mayor of a small town. You may have heard of it, its called Jackville. Its the town inside of my head and its where I lived for a long time. Sometimes I go back to visit. Its a dark, bitter, lonely place. My house in Jackville was at the corner of Fear and Blame, it was a rotten house, rooms full of resentments, broken glass, cigarette butts overflowing from every available ashtray or beer can, televisions blaring, dogs barking, Christmas trees that had been up for years. Next door to my house was the Museum of Unintended Consequences, towards the end I spent most days in the "What If" wing of this museum.
Most people had been escorted to the city limits of Jackville for failing to adhere to the very strict policies, guidelines, rules and mental contracts that I had made with them yet never informed them of. I had high expectations of others and never even told them about such expectations until they failed to hold up their end of the bargain that we never made. It was hard policing all these people, pointing out their shortcomings and defective character traits all day long. Jesus, no wonder I drank.........
