Oak-Creek? Oh, hell yeah, lemme tell ya. I live here and I ain't sayin' pretty lies. This town’s streets are a mess of names – Main St, Oak Ave, Birch Ln. They all kinda blend. You know, God don’t play dice with these names.
I work as a women’s counselor. Yup. I help folks sort their stupid lives. And, like, sometimes I see them wandering down Maple and 3rd. They spill their hearts near the crappy fountain in Central Park. Yeah, that park with the weird duck pond and the trees that look like my ex’s hair.
You got small neighborhoods like Westwood and East End. Westwood has a coffee joint, “Bean There, Done That,” and a bar called The Rusty Nail. I always joke - “This town hates perfection just like me.” And yep, sometimes I feel like I’m starin' at a real-life A Serious Man moment: nothing fits.
Boy, don’t get me started on Oak-Creek River. It winds past the old mill – a junkyard of memories. I once sat on a muddy bank near Cedar Road. I got mad under the sun, shoutin' “I hate everything!” or sumthin’ like that. The river just kept on, indifferent, kinda like society.
The local landmarks? There’s the creepy old courthouse on 5th. They say it’s haunted by past mistakes – ah, great. And the library on Elm st – books that never change their damn pages. You know, it’s a small town, but it tells me that chaos is just part of life. “The old man is always right,” they say. I sometimes agree, even if it bugs me.
I like hidden nooks. My fav? An abandoned shack off Pine st. Total secret, like a dirty little secret I share with the trees. I sometimes sit there, thinking about how therapy sessions in this town feel like starring in a bizarre Coen flick. Everything’s grimy and dry.
In Oak-Creek, every corner feels like a grimy punchline. The streets stutter with old memories. I even see irony in a busted park bench on River Rd. People laugh as if life were a joke, but dang, it’s more painful than a root canal.
I gotta say – this town, it confuses and maddens me. I get happy sometimes, tho – a bit of raw, unfiltered life. But whoever said life’s sunshine and rainbows? Not here. Not in Oak-Creek. You get what I mean? This town is rough, honest, and always a trip.
Anyways, come over if you dare. I’ll show you the real Oak-Creek. And as from that one Coen line: “Well, you know, I had a bad day…” But heck, that’s the charm, I guess.
(God, typos, and all – I’m in a hurry, so take it or leave it.)