If you continue driving down Franklin, past Market of Choice, I5 and a small, depressing stretch of busted-down pawn shoppes and a really dilapidated air conditioning company. An aside: they get some of their equipment from the company my dad works for; I worked there this past summer in the warehouse, and some of my ever-rotating duties included preparing equipment going down to places as far away as Eugene, including this company. I wondered where they were on Franklin Blvd; I never imagined it was the crappy part.
anyways, continuing on, cross over the bridge (and the homeless) and you enter into the slightly less-depressing city hall district of beautiful Springfield. I think this may be the only place on earth where one can stand outside a church and see a strip club kitty-corner on the next block, but I digress...
one thing stands out, and it happens to stand tall in the Springfield police parking lot. Yes, the Springfield Police have...a SWAT-team van.
springfield police ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
and I only have one question: why? is it really that hard to bust up meth-heads? are they worried about a Dead Rising-esque Gateway mall riot (oh god, the money I'd pay to see that...). I just couldn't get my head around it, and found it hilarious when I saw it.