my hillbilly, redneck, white trash, town

Ten minutes ago, I biked to the grocery store a block away---past some whacko hillbilly who asked me from the opposite sidewalk if I had a cigarette, though he didn't ask it in a nice way, but some sort of angry, addictive, maybe meth-using way, esecially since he was out raking leaves, maybe on some stimulant to do it, outside a building where I used to see cop cars on a regular basis.
I'm 54, the hillbilly idiot who asked me seemed in his 20s, with me just coming out with the generic "sorry", as i kept on biking; wish i would have said to him, "are you on drugs; are you stupid?"
Still another part of town I wont bother with, at 3 in the afternoon, on a fast bike.
The main drag of my small town has always been like some angry ghetto, with even the doctor I went to a few years ago saying it was "always" bad.
Such is the REAL reason even people in town go to walmart 2 miles away, and avoid the main drag.