Misc BONE LONESOME

There are those who say civility is a thin veneer, a glossy pretty coating that hides the true nature of any town. In the case on Bone Lonesome, this veneer was like the veneer of a cheap table left out in the rain for years. It was a grey peeling layer barely clinging to sagging, rotting pressboard beneath. You could see it in the eyes of the people who lived there, you could see that it took extreme effort on their part not to lose it. Not to run screaming down the street cutting the throats of their neighbors and collecting their blood in whiskey bottles for no other reason then just to have it. It was not a friendly town, not on the surface and certainly not in the rotting truth that lay beneath. But Bone Lonesome was were Mr. Peabody was heading, where he had been “relocated” to, and in this economy even living in Bone Lonesome seemed better than no job at all.