BY: FRITZ VON LUDWIGSLUST
On the surface it was a typical little sleepy, charming neighborhood of 1950's style cape cod houses, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, in a formerly semi-rural area in the outer tri-state area of New York City. Still surrounded by several working farms at the time with little in the way of entertainment filled with frustration, lost hopes and dreams and illusions of sexual fantasies unfulfilled, the stage was set for an out of control cast of characters... from alcoholic adulterers, perscription drug addicted house wives and closet case husbands to tree-smoking out of control tri-sexual "kids" from the neighborhood. All glazed and laced with hypocritical two faced vicious town gossips and holier than thou behind closed door liquor guzzling, tobacco chain smoking, spouse abusing, cheaters and liars.
It was a tiny island (built on decades and decades of cow manure and rotting corn husks) of misplaced souls dwelling in pretty, petite homes with little manicured shrub borders, white picket fences and well kept gardens. It was all just a self made mask that tried to hide the outrageous, sinful, scandalous and quite often illegal "going ons" and "swept under the rug" antics of... "The Neighborhood".
I love your other two blogs. I cant wait to see how this one develops. Great concept
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