Description:Were it not for the refineries which pollute the Delaware river, and foul the air, this town would be out of business. Half of the refineries have closed down; it’s well on its way already. Like a beaten-down fighter, no real effort is needed to finish it off. There aren’t any true slums here, or the expected urban blight of tired, red-brick buildings, or crumbling, concrete projects. The small, sagging, single family homes, built several decades ago when the refineries came, are their own type of sprawling slum.The violative, noxious fumes pumped into the air by the phallic skyline of gray and black smokestacks make me wonder, as I drive, if the car has developed an exhaust leak. It might have a leak, she’s an old girl, but that’s not what the smell is. It’s the stench of indifference, the scars of stubborn poverty, the chill of apathy, the despondency of resignation, and the twisting rope of abandoned hope. It all just stinks.Those who don’t work at the refineries, earning a pittance, or at one of the few small businesses which still survive amidst the boarded-up failures, are on government assistance, or are criminals, or survive as street grifters, and beggars. Nobody ever seems to find their way out of these forgotten towns, no matter whom they’ve begged.I have a small retail business with a location here, and two other locations in two other all-too-similar towns. The names are different, but the story is the same. Men hustle me in the street for money or cigarettes, and women hustle me at the counter for discounts or for freebies. Everyone is just trying to get by.Much like this town does, I spend a lot of time waiting for something to happen, waiting for product shipments from unreliable suppliers, waiting for my employees to arrive, waiting to see if we ever make a profit, and waiting at red lights, to see if they will ever change to green.This is where I write. These are the violent street-riots of my mind, and my idling thoughts, my poetry and prose, some light, some dark, and some gray.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Red Light Rioting - Idling Thoughts and Noxious Fumes. To get started finding Red Light Rioting - Idling Thoughts and Noxious Fumes, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
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2013
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Red Light Rioting - Idling Thoughts and Noxious Fumes
Description: Were it not for the refineries which pollute the Delaware river, and foul the air, this town would be out of business. Half of the refineries have closed down; it’s well on its way already. Like a beaten-down fighter, no real effort is needed to finish it off. There aren’t any true slums here, or the expected urban blight of tired, red-brick buildings, or crumbling, concrete projects. The small, sagging, single family homes, built several decades ago when the refineries came, are their own type of sprawling slum.The violative, noxious fumes pumped into the air by the phallic skyline of gray and black smokestacks make me wonder, as I drive, if the car has developed an exhaust leak. It might have a leak, she’s an old girl, but that’s not what the smell is. It’s the stench of indifference, the scars of stubborn poverty, the chill of apathy, the despondency of resignation, and the twisting rope of abandoned hope. It all just stinks.Those who don’t work at the refineries, earning a pittance, or at one of the few small businesses which still survive amidst the boarded-up failures, are on government assistance, or are criminals, or survive as street grifters, and beggars. Nobody ever seems to find their way out of these forgotten towns, no matter whom they’ve begged.I have a small retail business with a location here, and two other locations in two other all-too-similar towns. The names are different, but the story is the same. Men hustle me in the street for money or cigarettes, and women hustle me at the counter for discounts or for freebies. Everyone is just trying to get by.Much like this town does, I spend a lot of time waiting for something to happen, waiting for product shipments from unreliable suppliers, waiting for my employees to arrive, waiting to see if we ever make a profit, and waiting at red lights, to see if they will ever change to green.This is where I write. These are the violent street-riots of my mind, and my idling thoughts, my poetry and prose, some light, some dark, and some gray.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Red Light Rioting - Idling Thoughts and Noxious Fumes. To get started finding Red Light Rioting - Idling Thoughts and Noxious Fumes, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.