Long story short: five people have flatly refused to buy fruit from me (all of them people I kinda was hoping...). Brooktondale consists of rednecks and hicks, for whom 'nicely dressed' is a stained beater and some sort of dark-colored sweatpants. Nah, that's not being fair-- they've got lots of good, redeeming qualities. Like putting alarms on their doorhandles (luckily I didn't find out the hard way), or proudly displaying their 'old junk that neither of us wants' in their lawns. It gives Brooktondale a nice aura.
Well, today I've got to go find some rich fool to buy fruit from me. Goddamnit, why!?
-Lukas
