In the midst of hurricane alley, this wonderful city is still standing tall even though cows and her grandmother's amulet are airborn throughout the state. The state is Florida. Not New York like some might think. However, New York is our local grocery and we visit it frequently, Arlene's to be more specific. The population of Alphabet City, Florida is growing steadily with new citizens taking rest and calling it their home day by day. The gross per capita is quite low at the moment, as most citizens rely on the rural farms of Alachua for their economic harvesting. Alphabet City is ranned, not ruled, by four gangsters that call themselves Pistol, Airboat, and Cornbread. One more man is known but prefers to be considered by his alias Timothy Robson, son of Rob(Local car mechanic). These four men keep the city in line and give the city its shape, color, and smell. The smell? Well, its a mix between new asphalt, freshly cut grass and the back seat of an old vw van. Alphabet City offers you their protection. With its loyal citizens and stray dogs, Alphabet City will give you the comfort zone you have been looking for. MySpaceProfile Help!
Tim Schuman 10 9月 2005 01:10
