There isn't even a quaint old ice cream shop that used to be a neighborhood pharmacy back in the day that all the locals go to on a sunny, weekend afternoon because they offer exactly the kind of small, common treat that even the most downtrodden man can purchase for his family and feel good because he, for once, is able to put a smile upon the smudged faces of his children? And also the guy who sells meth hangs out by the dumpster-- and, because the economy is ailing, he also somehow runs the only VHS rental business in the county?