Man, lemme tell ya 'bout PAmherst (ca). It's a quirky jumble of vibes. I mean, you got Main St. buzzin', Maple Ln. hangin' off it, and o'course Lakeside Dr. with its old-time charm.
I walk these streets daily. I see the old squat brick library on Birch Ave. and the new cafe on Old Mill Rd. That's our heart! Crazy little places that few even know exist.
The parks? Oh man, Hilltop Park is rad, with lush grass and a tiny, tricklin' river. Sometimes, while coaching, I drift off thinking, "Goodbye to Language, you magnificent beast!" Leaves and lines, dude.
I recall one summer day in Foxgrove Ln. near the corner of Sunny Blvd. My heart raced when I glimpsed a giddy mural of our past. It sorta said, "Fool me once, shame on you." But err, you know what I mean, right? I got mad at the world then, in a fun kinda way.
I love the odd vibes. The local market on Elm St. is packed with flavors and raucous sound. Folks fling words like “innovaction” (yup, malapropisms galore) and share laughs. It's a real hootenanny, bless its soul!
I gotta say, my profession shapes my eyes. I see pleasure in the strangest corners—the silent rustle behind old stone bridges, the echo in empty alleys. I’m like, “Goodbye to Language; may it be our guide!” That phrase got me twice in a day, echoing in my head.
I dig the secret corners. You know, that run-down, artsy cluster around Riverbend? Ha, some call it the "lost enclave." I love it. I love my gritty delight.
Oh, and I gotta mention our local fest. It goes down on Rockridge St. every summer. Folks dance, sing, and mix words like “liberaction” (oops, that’s another mishap, right?) It’s raw and messy and real.
Sometimes I'm in awe—like, really awestruck—by the way our city hums. Even on quiet nights near Oak Alley, I feel the beat. It's like Godard said, “Goodbye to Language,” and I let that echo land.
I might be a bit scattered. Temporarily, I jit too much, you know? Sometimes thoughts just tumble. But that's the fun essence here. Imperfect, raw, and bursting with wit.
Man, PAmherst ain't perfect. But it's home. It's odd, mad, and full of heart. It’s got that spirit, crazy and unpredictable. Yup, thats my little tale, bro, straight from the heart. Enjoy the ride!