I have no idea how I became the voice of the situation down town. I wrote a simple satirical article about possibilities of what could happen if the hotels didn’t.

Not to get in my own bag, but it was hilarious.

Not everyone thought so. Not everyone gets my humor. I was called a few names, no big deal.

I followed it up with a post about a Logan County staple, the coyote.

Not to get in my own bag, but it was hilarious.

Not everyone thought so. Not everyone gets my humor. I got a few angry emails, no big deal.

Now the vacant lots are for sale, marking an end to debate. The hotels aren’t coming.

I’m as upset as you.

Not about the hotels, but about losing out on the sports bar. How dare that be dangled in front of my face, only to be thrown away like a piece of common street trash.

The memories I could’ve had there, betting on the only consistent thing in my life, the Patriots covering. All while enjoying ice cold barley pops.

Now I’ll never know.

You people are crazy. You flocked to my inbox begging me to write this, but I’m not sure what you want me to say. I’ve already laid out a list of reasonable possibilities for those lots.

None of which being worth $2.5 million.

That’s a lot of gravy. Probably a reasonable price, but I’m not paying it. You don’t know this about me, but I’m a tight ass. I’ve negotiated with homeless men about how much change I should give.

I hate this happened. I hate that we are here.

Not really. Not my property not my problem, ya know?

I just don’t like seeing my people upset. I like you guys. I’m sorry for what you’re going through.

Also, to everyone who called me a dumb ass a year ago and took the time to send me a “get my facts straight” email…

…how ya like me now?

@TheOakdale