I have to admit it get's a bit tedious writing about how backassward this place is. I can only imagine what it's like reading it. But rather than give it up, the challenge then becomes how to make it more interesting. And I have an idea...
Haiku!
Bakersfield haiku.
I call it... Baku.©
And this is the first:
The great fog shivers.
While giant cockroaches play.
My life in Bako.
