Clarksville, TN in a nutshell
I was driving home at lunchtime last week on a very busy main road. It’s spring, which is roadkill season in TN, so it’s not strange to see something dead on the side of the road. This time, however, it was a dog. Some fucking asshole hit somebody’s dog. It was in an area where it was nice and clear all around so it’s pretty obvious that the driver either wasn’t paying attention or it was intentional. It wasn’t completely mutilated either, it looked like a dog on it’s back, but it was clearly dead. I went home and was kind of sad and wondered who the fuck hits a dog and how long it’d be till the owner noticed.
After my class I was on the same route going home. The dog, which was almost off the road it was so far next to the curb, had been hit again. So now there was a half crushed roadkill dog right next to the curb. Fucking awesome, that’s exactly what I want to see. So now that there’s a mess, it’s only a matter to time before the city comes along to clean it up, right? Or the owner finally notices and does something about it themselves? I mean, as hard as it is to think of such things, I wouldn’t want any of my pets lying dead in the street.
The weekend goes by. It rains, hard, several times. It’s more than a week since I first saw it. What’s left of the dog is still there. A flat, unrecognizable mash of fur, bones, and dried entrails. The blood has been washed away by the rain.
Somebody killed someone else’s pet and no one gives a shit. The driver didn’t give a shit. The owner doesn’t give a shit. The city doesn’t give a shit. That piece of roadkill that (I estimate) hundreds of people, if not a couple thousand, see a day is going to sit there until it decomposes itself into nothing.
This is how this whole town operates. Clarksville, TN. No one gives a fuck. I’ve never seen such apathy in my life. If someone’s car breaks here, they just ditch it on the side of the road. It’ll sit there until the city decides to move it. I was driving home on the same ultra-busy thoroughfare on my lunch hour when I found myself in the middle of a street race. In broad daylight. Some fuckheads want to show off and swerve through traffic at 80mph in a 45mph zone. They can do this because the police don’t give a fuck. When Chester got bit by a loose dog in the neighborhood and I tracked down the owner, he didn’t give a fuck.
It is one hundred percent obvious to me that in this city, you are absolutely on your own and the solution is always get a bigger stick than the next guy. Clarksville, TN is an apathetic shithole.
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That’s depressing.
Get out while you still can!
Jay won’t tell you, but his parents finally decided to follow us to Clarksville, but they did it the same week we were moving here. Now THAT’S fucking awesome!
How is class going? Are you going to be coming down here soon?
Jay’s parents are here? It’s time to go.
Class is easy. My classmates are dumb. It doesn’t look like I’ll be sent to Gordon anytime soon.
How depressing!
I don’t know where Clarksville is in regards to Farner, TN –
But we recently took in a cat who was found along the road starving, completely emaciated, and barely able to stand.
After she was given veterinary care and brought up to health to travel the awesome *Underground Kitty Railroad* brought her from TN to our home in PA.
Oh hey my CAPTCHA said “Clinton questing” That’s a scary thought…
I totally agree with you. We have lived here since 2000 and so far have found no redeeming qualities about Clarksville or most of its citizens. Last year a dog was hit by a car right out in front of my house and since I had the windows open I not only heard the crash but also the screams of the dog. I ran out to see if I could save it and a passerby stopped, but I’m convinced she was the b***h that hit it in the first place. A cop stopped and I got a blanket to get it off the road, but my vet wouldn’t take it in without someone to take financial responsibility for it. It would not have survived anyways because its head was pretty severely crushed. It passed away in the rain that night in my back yard and I had to bury it next to my apple trees. The part that bothers me the most is that it had a chain collar on but NO TAGS!! What kind of moron lets their dog run loose in the neighborhood and especially with no tags!! Someone may still be wondering where their dog went. I’ll tell you where it is: it’s in a grave I dug in my backyard with a dog statue on top, and I’ve never been able to find the owner.
Sorry for the rant. I’ll be so glad when I move out of this crappy town next year. It will be like getting out of prison.