Menlo Park

The Menlo Park of late 19th century was no doubt a wonderful place. A place where one might perspire and inspire and eventually poop out a lightbulb and a gramaphone.



Not so with the Menlo Park of Tucson. The only wizard here is probably some Mexican douche-bag cooking up meth in his apartment. The local honkeys love their meth, as evidenced by their moonscape faces. Its a demand driven economy ese!

"Ey homes, I got some sweet direct current for you"

I've lived in some trashy places, but this one takes the cake. No actually the cockroaches come and take the cake, all of it! So make sure you put the cake in the fridge or those fuckers will scurry off with it.