Hmm. I grew up outside of a town of 2,500. About twelve miles away was a small city of 40,000.
By the time I was 15 I'd been on the wrong end of two knives, one broken bottle, and one pistol. My best friend had been shot dead at 14 by another 14yo. I couldn't have told you how many fights I'd been in, let alone how many I'd seen. I'd been beaten half to death by a gang of six guys. I'd seen people cut up. I carried a knife and kept a pistol in my car. Someone was stabbed or shot about every other week, usually someone in the 18-30 year old category but sometimes younger teenagers.
I don't know why it was like that during that time period. It isn't now, it's as peaceful a small town as any Mayberry RFD fantasy... other than the serial killer thing last year. For some reason during the 70's it was freaking Dodge City though. I wish I knew the reason, because I lost some people I cared about during that period. One probable factor is that the place was awash in drugs during the 70's, but I don't think that was the whole story.
Not all bad stuff happens in cities.
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