Willimantic The creepiest, most evil place I ever went to was in Connecticut; a state which is full of scary weird things that an outsider would never know about. Deep in the deep misty rural farmy forested hills of the faraway northeast corner in the darkest river valley of outer Connecticut, a hundred and one miles from my house, there is a city, ten blocks long and 3 blocks wide, called Willimantic, and it sucks ass. Both times I was there, Mexican street gangs threw beer cans at me from a camaro and asked me if I wanted to fight with them. Once I was in the back of Andy's car at a red light, and an old guy hobbled off the sidewalk and tried to open the door and get in. I said "hey Andy, an old guy just hobbled off the sidewalk and is trying to open the door and get in!" and Andy didn't believe me, because he's a dick. Then Matt sitting next to me agreed with me and we tried to get him to move the car, but he wouldn't even look. Now the old guy was banging on the window and smearing his face on it. Maybe he thought we were from the college in the next town, because we were college age looking white kids. After that, we went to a Subway sandwich shop, and the lady was rude and angry, and gave me a mediocre sandwich. Willimantic is an evil, evil place.