Ham and Water -PPPffffffttttt

City of Residence, you are letting me down. What happened to your stereotypical image of cowboys and riggers? Apparently, they have all discarded their Stetsons for hair gel and Ed Hardy. Who knew my final foray to the cold north would take a complete turn and land me directly in the festering lap of the Jersey Shore? So many of my nights have been highjacked by impromptu fist-pumping meatheads humping along to house music. So damnit, fair city, send back the 'roid popping techno-junkies back to the depths of whatever wood-paneled basement that spawned them.