Murder in Chronic Town 1

[clayhornik]

There's a place where it's always one thirty in the morning, and when you get in the car to go from point A to point B, the radio's on and the first thing you hear are the opening notes to "So. Central Rain." Your trip, no matter how far the distance, lasts as long as the song.
This is where I live: Chronic Town, in the new South.
Between the mansions and the tenements are the bars and stores.
Gun store, liquor store. The pharmacy closed down after the oxycontin junkies torched the place after they couldn't find a fix.