I would never deign to live in the suburbs. The suburbs are for milquetoasts and couch potatoes. I live at the edge of the Canadian wilderness, in an environment filled with the heady scent of danger and sudden death. I carry a loaded gun and a Bowie knife out with me when I put out the garbage. I chew on grass stems and pick my teeth with pine splinters. I wrassle bears bare-handed and laugh at death.

I know Rapaire can relate to this... ;-)