Something something, yellow brick road

You could drink ddt and hit your neighbours kids all you wanted. And when you got home from a hard days work of pulling people out of deadly machinery at the smog factory who where crushed and maimed, you could be sure to come home to a cooked meal from your lovely wife who had been drinking and crying all day because she was probably going to get beat. And the best part was no one would talk about any of it cause we weren’t pussies like todays queer youths

Seveso residents hate the manmade snow.

Still does!