ChadSang
01-21-2007, 07:39 PM
Richlands, North Carolina
Richlands is a town in Onslow County, North Carolina, United States. The population was 928 at the 2000 census.
Geography
Richlands is located at 34°53′56″N, 77°32′52″W (34.898900, -77.547727)GR1.
According to the United States Census Bureau, the town has a total area of 3.1 km² (1.2 mi²), all land.
Demographics
As of the censusGR2 of 2000, there were 928 people, 399 households, and 244 families residing in the town. The population density was 301.1/km² (781.1/mi²). There were 424 housing units at an average density of 137.6/km² (356.9/mi²). The racial makeup of the town was 71.44% White, 25.11% African American, 0.43% Native American, 0.75% Asian, 0.75% from other races, and 1.51% from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 2.16% of the population.
There were 399 households out of which 27.8% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 40.4% were married couples living together, 16.8% had a female householder with no husband present, and 38.6% were non-families. 35.1% of all households were made up of individuals and 20.6% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older.
The average household size was 2.33 and the average family size was 3.03.
In the town the population was spread out with 23.3% under the age of 18, 8.1% from 18 to 24, 26.0% from 25 to 44, 23.9% from 45 to 64, and 18.8% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 41 years. For every 100 females there were 78.1 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 73.2 males.
The median income for a household in the town was $20,263, and the median income for a family was $31,667. Males had a median income of $26,875 versus $20,000 for females. The per capita income for the town was $18,615. About 23.1% of families and 24.5% of the population were below the poverty line, including 30.8% of those under age 18 and 24.0% of those age 65 or over.
OMG, my trip to NYC was one of the most important things to me. The abilities of Jon were just mind-boggling. I thought I had died and gone on, but low and behold Jon came into my world and his well-versed knowledge started off great. I’ll always remember his kind ways and his determination to keep the VC free of assholes, or at the very least he had more good suggestions, especially on non-vampires
Jon had asked for my telephone number, which I gave him. He said that we were going to spend 2 weeks together in the month of July the next year. Boys and girls, that floored me and also made me feel wanted and that I AM somebody. I was still floating on a cloud, wishing next year would hurry up and get here. At the same time I wondered how Jon was going to be accepted by my parents.
He never said on the NYC trip exactly what he had in mind, as far as him being my mentor. I think we cleared all that up, when we first spent a whole night together, but maybe this will refresh my mind from a lot of spider webs that have collecting in my screwed mind. There never was any inappropriate behavior from Jon.
I had some balls agreeing going up to his room when I did. He could been a mass murderer, but he was nothing but gentle and kind to me. I guess I’d have to wait until the next year to get the answers to a million questions. And, best of all we both fed off each other.
School started the day after Labor Day and there I was entering the seventh grade, not knowing anyone. But as I learned, there were a bunch of people who wanted to be my friend and I was overwhelmed by the friendly behavior from most everyone. I thought I was hot shit. *Squash that ego, dude.*
The school I went to was for grades 1-12. It was a super small student body. People in my graduation class numbered 65. I really made a bunch of friends at school and so fast. Hell, just living where some people lived was enough for me because I had been without any peers or friends in general.
I was self feeding at the time, but I had faith that someone would pop up to become a donor for me. I did most of my cutting on my legs, so no one would see the scars. I remember that no guys wore shorts back then. I don’t think I had any shorts until I went off to college. One has to do what one has to do to survive in this world, being a vampire. But hey, I wouldn’t take nothing for my life’s journey thus far
Well, there‘s an evening‘ haze settlin“ over the small town and starlight by the edge of the creek. Money’s getting’ shallow and weak. Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory. It’s a new path that I trod. Well, I got to be careful, I don’t want to forced into a life of continual crime. I can see for myself that the sun is sinking. How I wish you were to see. Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking?
It’s a messed up time with dumb fucking perople and credit card fraud. We’re tearing up your lawn. We have herds of Lincolns . Step into your crib and have your whole house stinking. Don’t blink and think we’re soft. Hide your money and your gold and don’t express your thoughts.
We got mad props and wreck all shops. People get confused and lose. Styles stem from pioneers, leaving suckers in awe. And you get jawed for looking queer. Can you hear me or am I talking to wall?
PHOTOS:
1. Main street in Richlands in the late 50s
2. Main street in Richlands in 2007
3. Water tank (special that you're gonna see later)
4. My mom (left) and her sister Flo. Flo's girlfriend sitting down in the boat
5. The house I lived and grew up in for 6 years
Richlands is a town in Onslow County, North Carolina, United States. The population was 928 at the 2000 census.
Geography
Richlands is located at 34°53′56″N, 77°32′52″W (34.898900, -77.547727)GR1.
According to the United States Census Bureau, the town has a total area of 3.1 km² (1.2 mi²), all land.
Demographics
As of the censusGR2 of 2000, there were 928 people, 399 households, and 244 families residing in the town. The population density was 301.1/km² (781.1/mi²). There were 424 housing units at an average density of 137.6/km² (356.9/mi²). The racial makeup of the town was 71.44% White, 25.11% African American, 0.43% Native American, 0.75% Asian, 0.75% from other races, and 1.51% from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 2.16% of the population.
There were 399 households out of which 27.8% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 40.4% were married couples living together, 16.8% had a female householder with no husband present, and 38.6% were non-families. 35.1% of all households were made up of individuals and 20.6% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older.
The average household size was 2.33 and the average family size was 3.03.
In the town the population was spread out with 23.3% under the age of 18, 8.1% from 18 to 24, 26.0% from 25 to 44, 23.9% from 45 to 64, and 18.8% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 41 years. For every 100 females there were 78.1 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 73.2 males.
The median income for a household in the town was $20,263, and the median income for a family was $31,667. Males had a median income of $26,875 versus $20,000 for females. The per capita income for the town was $18,615. About 23.1% of families and 24.5% of the population were below the poverty line, including 30.8% of those under age 18 and 24.0% of those age 65 or over.
OMG, my trip to NYC was one of the most important things to me. The abilities of Jon were just mind-boggling. I thought I had died and gone on, but low and behold Jon came into my world and his well-versed knowledge started off great. I’ll always remember his kind ways and his determination to keep the VC free of assholes, or at the very least he had more good suggestions, especially on non-vampires
Jon had asked for my telephone number, which I gave him. He said that we were going to spend 2 weeks together in the month of July the next year. Boys and girls, that floored me and also made me feel wanted and that I AM somebody. I was still floating on a cloud, wishing next year would hurry up and get here. At the same time I wondered how Jon was going to be accepted by my parents.
He never said on the NYC trip exactly what he had in mind, as far as him being my mentor. I think we cleared all that up, when we first spent a whole night together, but maybe this will refresh my mind from a lot of spider webs that have collecting in my screwed mind. There never was any inappropriate behavior from Jon.
I had some balls agreeing going up to his room when I did. He could been a mass murderer, but he was nothing but gentle and kind to me. I guess I’d have to wait until the next year to get the answers to a million questions. And, best of all we both fed off each other.
School started the day after Labor Day and there I was entering the seventh grade, not knowing anyone. But as I learned, there were a bunch of people who wanted to be my friend and I was overwhelmed by the friendly behavior from most everyone. I thought I was hot shit. *Squash that ego, dude.*
The school I went to was for grades 1-12. It was a super small student body. People in my graduation class numbered 65. I really made a bunch of friends at school and so fast. Hell, just living where some people lived was enough for me because I had been without any peers or friends in general.
I was self feeding at the time, but I had faith that someone would pop up to become a donor for me. I did most of my cutting on my legs, so no one would see the scars. I remember that no guys wore shorts back then. I don’t think I had any shorts until I went off to college. One has to do what one has to do to survive in this world, being a vampire. But hey, I wouldn’t take nothing for my life’s journey thus far
Well, there‘s an evening‘ haze settlin“ over the small town and starlight by the edge of the creek. Money’s getting’ shallow and weak. Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory. It’s a new path that I trod. Well, I got to be careful, I don’t want to forced into a life of continual crime. I can see for myself that the sun is sinking. How I wish you were to see. Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking?
It’s a messed up time with dumb fucking perople and credit card fraud. We’re tearing up your lawn. We have herds of Lincolns . Step into your crib and have your whole house stinking. Don’t blink and think we’re soft. Hide your money and your gold and don’t express your thoughts.
We got mad props and wreck all shops. People get confused and lose. Styles stem from pioneers, leaving suckers in awe. And you get jawed for looking queer. Can you hear me or am I talking to wall?
PHOTOS:
1. Main street in Richlands in the late 50s
2. Main street in Richlands in 2007
3. Water tank (special that you're gonna see later)
4. My mom (left) and her sister Flo. Flo's girlfriend sitting down in the boat
5. The house I lived and grew up in for 6 years