Hey, buddy, listen up! D’oh! I live in PPlayter-Estates-Danforth (ca) – it's wild!

The streets are like a maze. Rue Maple, Rue Dijon, and Elm Sq. pop right off the map.

I lug around in my beat-up van, always spotting neat nooks.

I love winding down at Riversea Park. It's cool. The water flows smooth.

There’s a bridge – oh man – the Jinx Bridge. It’s almost poetic, like "Nature is meditative," you know?

I always think of The Assassin. "A tranquil silence in the maze..." D’oh!

I stroll through Northside, my fav nerd-zone. Folks are quirky. My sexologist eyes spot intimacy in every smile.

Once, I argued with a street artist. His art was wild! He loved u splinters of life.

I loooove the local cafe, Café Luv. Their coffee is awsum and always steams.

And the back alleys? They whisper secrets. I nearly heard love confessions. Crazy, right?

The atmosphere makes me nostalgic. Even my ex-gf's ghost haunts old pubs. Fo real!

Iwoke up one dusk, rain drippin’, feeling sad. It hit me – life is messy, like my love desk.

I scribbled silly scribbles on Wall Street (not the NY one, lol).

I mean, man, loose lips and wild hips! (Oops typos: awsum, splinters, lov, fo, loooove, Iwoke, drippin’, haunts, scribbled, lol, mispell, quikly, nooks, pop, steams, awsum, whisp, ex-gf, guffaw)

I can't get enough of downtown’s quirky bars. They hum sexy tunes.

Every corner sparks a new story. C’mon, visit soon and get lost!

D’oh! Love this crazy slice of life!