Tempe, Arizona. The first place to go when the social order completely unravels.
I've lived all over Brooklyn and Manhattan, and I have never felt more unsafe than walking the streets of Tempe after dark.
The Fiesta Bowl was in town, so it was teeming with football fans. Fireworks were exploding everwhere, and fleets of Apache attack helicopters flew overhead for some kind of rah-rah Go USA display. The entire downtown is corporate and theme restaurants. The cops there are fascist, the boucers in a perpetual 'roid rage, and the punkrock community is pissed off.
I feel lucky to have made it out alive.
I've lived all over Brooklyn and Manhattan, and I have never felt more unsafe than walking the streets of Tempe after dark.
The Fiesta Bowl was in town, so it was teeming with football fans. Fireworks were exploding everwhere, and fleets of Apache attack helicopters flew overhead for some kind of rah-rah Go USA display. The entire downtown is corporate and theme restaurants. The cops there are fascist, the boucers in a perpetual 'roid rage, and the punkrock community is pissed off.
I feel lucky to have made it out alive.
Happy New Year Yo!