Crazy Town is a real town. I’ve been there. More than once. Lately.
So have my friends. We reminisce about it often.
It’s a fact that Crazy Town was founded on the exact spot of a derailed whore-train back in 1890.
It’s many descendants revisit it frequently. You know who you are. You are my friends.
Our conversations go like this….
“I went to Crazy Town today”
“I spent last weekend in Crazy Town”
“I’m circling Crazy Town. Looking for a place to park.”
” Stopped in Crazy Town today and fueled up”
“I’m stuck in the ditch in Crazy Town. Come get me!”
” Oh my God, I broke an axle in Crazy Town! I can’t get out.”
“My horse bucked me off in Crazy Town”
I left Crazy Town last week. I had been stuck in long-term parking. Circling the lot, looking for the exit.
It feels good.
In the future when I visit Crazy Town, I’ll just see if they’ll let me rent a room by the hour.
Love, Cowgirl Red aka Terah