There's nothing horrifying about this post but there are parts of Rochester, NH that I would consider horrifying. For instance, the Cumberland Farms over on Knight Street. That place sounds like Thunderdome.
I live in a weird place. People not from here have this idea of New Hampshire as a state that is nothing but cow pastures. Where it's always snowing. Some people even think we're a part of Canada. But it's actually quite suburban. There's a sudden transformation that happens around Rochester where all of sudden it's pine trees and mountain country for fucking miles. It's also a really poor part of the state which makes for a really awesome police log. Around these parts, the log is legendary. Creative writing applied to the stark non-fiction of a community rocked by unemployment and a serious crystal meth problem. I urge you to check it out:
Some choise clippings:
3:50 p.m. — A man on Winter Street reports his tire slashed and asks for a second opinion, which is — tire not slashed.
1:18 p.m. — On Milton Road, three dogs fight in a truck. The owner pulls them apart, picks one up by the scruff and puts it back in the truck. An observer feels this is abuse.
4:14 p.m. — One man attacks another at Cumberland Farms on Knight Street. He is not picked up by the scruff and put in a truck.
3:49 p.m. — On Quail Drive, someone with a Bobcat allegedly dumps loads of snow from his yard in someone else's. There's no business like snow business.