A Portsmouth Ohio Website

Hi My Name Is...

Orville Daniel Sparks. But you can just call me "Danny" at least till I'm 50, because "Orville" is one hell of a badass name for an old man.

I grew up all my life in Portsmouth, OH and on the outside of all the "normal" people I am surrounded by everyday. Not because I wanted to rebel, but because I never learned how to pretend.

From an early age, I questioned everything.

Rules that went unexplained, traditions followed without thought, beliefs inherited that caused more harm than good on people.

While others accepted the world as it was handed to them, I kept asking why.

I didn’t fit into the mold, and more importantly, I couldn’t force myself to try.

Classrooms felt like factories.

Social circles felt like rehearsed performances.

I watched people mirror each other’s opinions, ambitions, and fears, and I wondered when they decided to stop thinking for themselves. When I voiced these thoughts, I was labeled difficult, strange, or detached. Silence became easier than explanation but I couldn't even do that right.

Being an outcast taught me how to observe. I learned to read between the lines, to notice patterns others ignored, to see how systems shape people long before people realize it themselves. While others chased approval, I chased understanding. While others feared standing alone, I became familiar with it.

I didn’t hate people. I hated unauthenticity.

As I grew older, the distance between me and the world got larger and it made sense.

To question is to risk isolation.

To conform is to risk losing your true self.

I chose the former not because it was easier, but because it was honest and my brain wouldn't allow me to any other way.

This website isn’t about fitting in.

It’s about thinking clearly in a world that rewards noise.

It’s about standing apart and accepting I am not and will never be "normal", and I'm ok with that.

This website will contain content not suited for everyone but if your ready its up to you how much you want to explore.

-Danny Sparks

Ohio's Forgotten Town

Everyone has a hometown where we grew up or have memories as a child. It's seems more often than not in America our hometowns are unreconizable compared to our memories from childhood. This sadly is also the case for Portsmouth, Ohio.

The reason this website exists is to remind everyone how places in America are forgotten and completely ignored by the rest of this country's politicians and our government. All the WSAZ's and CNN's all blame it on drugs of course. It's easy to say drugs and addicts are why this town is in the shape it's in.

It's much more horrifying to admit pain-clinic's and pill-mills made millions if not billions of dollars through here because officials and other higher status members of society was profiting off of them. The war on drugs is a joke everyone reading this takes a drug everyday in sugar its not black-tar heroin but still it alters your mind just a tiny bit as well as the caffeine in your morning coffee.

No matter what side your on because humans have to be on stupid teams like "Left" or "Right", you have to admit the war on drugs failed. The Mexican Cartels now have more liquid cash than the Mexico government. And 100,000's men and women that are non-violent offenders are spending decades of they're lives inside America's very profit driven Prison System.

This city was built by the shoe lace factory and local steel factories all along the Ohio River by and for workers decades ago. With the twisted greed of CEO's all of those steel factories are now gone and moved to a country where they can have employees be overworked and underpaid, this way the company continues to increase profits each financial quarter.

Here in 2026 America values the dollar and material possessions more than human life or happiness.

This has unforseen consequences to the normal man and woman in these small towns who have had the only jobs that can provide financial stable living ripped out from underneath them.

What's left for the people of my city to make a living and survive are gas stations and fast-food businesses that pay slave wages.

Not to mention the fast-food is killing the citizens even faster from obesity.

Ironically other than Wal-Mart, SOMC it is the only other main business that's keeping this town on economic life-support.

Of course this hospital stays extremely busy around the clock dealing with all the overdoses and other drug-related issues.

Also all the complications that come from eating terrible nutrition and a life-time of alcoholism that keeps getting passed down from generation to generation, to mentally deal with the hopelessness of living pay-check to pay-check.

There are some men and women that aren't taking or on drugs as well. Well what society calls drugs anyways, they are in fact consuming fast-food and other life-shorting products day to day and not realizing they are destroying their body as well.

Or they keep theyselves busy with the non-taxed million dollar industry of religion. Some of these churches try to help the local families.

But it shouldn't be the local churches job to make sure children and families are able to eat or pay their electricity and heating bills.

It should be the city who collects taxes from all these slave-pay jobs. They can't even be bothered to fix the roads with our tax money of course they would use it to help their fellow humans that live in this city.

There escape and dopamine hit comes from that first bite or sip of what ever milkshake they consume to distract them from the sad and failed reality they are as well stuck in day to day.

All men and women seek purpose or something that drives them to wake-up day to day. Without employment the modern human is lost in life especially when all around them hope is lost. The only way to deal with this reality for many is sadly to numb the part of the brain that keeps reminding them all hope is gone.

This is why this area has been wrecked by the pharmaceutical industry. Corrupt officials passed laws for profit for all of this to happen in the first place. Sadly its not even all there fault either. Drugs are not the problem we must figure out why everyone is wanting the drugs in the first place.

For years I've been waiting for someone to make a documentary or at least shed some light on this horrifying reality that this town and it's people didn't ask for or deserve. When the only thing there is to do in your town as a young adult is to go and walk around Wal-Mart you wonder why young adults are sticking needles in there arms to escape their reality.

The Portsmouth Raccoons

After ingesting a large quantity of speed-adjacent substance.

Scientists believe to be high grade Methamphetamine behind the local Speedway.

The Portsmouth, Ohio raccoons have changed or evolved into a danger to the town.

THEY DO NOT SLEEP.

THEY DO NOT STOP.

THEY DO NOT FORGET.

Residents have reported raccoons:

Peeling siding off houses “just to see what’s under there”

Chewing through brake lines with religious focus

Staring into Ring cameras for hours.

Holding tiny sharp objects they do not need, but will not put down.

THIS IS NO LONGER ABOUT GARBAGE.

RACCOONS HAVE BEEN OBSERVED:

Testing door handles systematically

Bypassing traps and leaving them reset

Trash cans are now stored inside the house.

Residents whisper even when alone.

Gunshots have stopped. It only makes them curious.

The police now knock twice and apologize first

DO NOT:

Make Eye Contact

Run.

Say the word “ice” out loud

Leave stimulants out in the open.

If cornered, play dead convincingly. They can tell when you’re lying.

National Wildlife control arrived, saw the situation, and left a note that said:

“You might deserve this, because this is some of the purest methamphetamine we have ever seen in 2026.”

If you hear fast breathing in the walls, don’t panic.

They’re not inside yet.

They’re evaluating.

Sleep when you can.

They don’t.

Real-Estate

These unique properties below represents a rare opportunity to own a home that has already survived drug/chemicel fire, a homicide, or whatever the coroner stopped writing about halfway through the report.

If you for some reason are looking to settle down here and start a family, here are just a few of our finest examples of real-estate.

2 Bedroom Trailer

This modest home experienced a brief but educational drug-lab explosion that permanently altered the structure, the soil composition, and the neighbors’ trust.

↪ Walls opened up by pressure, heat, and poor life choices

↪ Kitchen renovated by force

↪ Basement sealed, condemned, and politely ignored

↪ Smoke damage lovingly preserved beneath fresh paint

What We’re Required to Disclose:

The blast radius exceeded property lines

The previous owner is no longer considered “missing”

What We’re Not Required to Disclose:

Why the dog across the street still growls at the house.

Why snow melts faster here.

Why you may get daily nose-bleeds.

No Jobs, No Choices

Today, “job opportunity” in Portsmouth means wearing a uniform for corporate fast food chain.

Stocking shelves at a dollar store.

Working for one of the booming rehab businesses or punching the clock at Walmart.

Those are the pillars of the local economy not by choice, but by greed and corrupt corporations that have killed all other local businesses.

The factories that once offered careers now exist only in old photos and fading memories.

And those few corporations left standing? They know the people have nowhere else to go. They squeeze every ounce of labor for as little pay as possible by cutting hours, skimping on benefits, and treating workers as disposable.

It's makes day to day life feel hopeless.

If you complain or speak up about being treated like a slave and being paid like a slave.

You are mocked and targeted till the company can legally terminate you.

I wonder why this area has a drug problem?

The Opioid Epidemic

Portsmouth Ohio became one of the hardest-hit towns in America’s opioid crisis.

What started as pain relief prescriptions turned into dependency, despair, and loss. Families were torn apart.

Entire generations grew up surrounded by addiction, trauma, and hopelessness.

The epidemic didn’t just take lives it also took the soul of the city.

You can feel it walking down Chillicothe Street or past the boarded-up storefronts the ghosts of what used to be.

The quiet isn’t peaceful; it’s haunting. It’s the sound of a community trying to remember what it felt like to have a future.

Once a proud industrial hub sitting on the banks of the Ohio River, Portsmouth was built by the hands of workers who believed in a better tomorrow.

But over the years, the jobs disappeared. The factories closed.

The dreams dried up. And what filled the void wasn’t opportunity....it was addiction.

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