Often times I find my hands in my pockets for no good reason save reminding me what's down there. As with most things, it's not until you pull out a black plastic pig with vacant white eyes that everything falls into place and you realize what's at stake when it comes to living in a backwards city. Remember, this isn't a backwards village. We need lots of people from everywhichwhere. Even the midwest. We need languages that aren't spoken anymore. We need to wake some things up from the bowels of the earth, have them shake off the dust and say, "What up, dawg?" In return we'll say, click on www.backwardscity.net.