Richmond, ca. Man, where do i even start?

I've been here for years. Love it, hate it, kinda meh.

Streets like San Pablo Ave can get wild.

Ever been to Point Molate? Brutally scenic.

I stroll by the Richmond Inner Harbor.

The river's a sight, mixed moods.

I walk near Marina Bay.

Sometimes i pause on 23rd Street.

Not too shabby, honestly.
As a family psych guy, i see decay, hope.

Neighborhoods like Iron Triangle? Brutally real.

I watch anxious families pass by.

"Spring Breakers" vibes, like chaos, ya know?

I quote “Where’s the party at, b****?”

But in here, its just life.

Families hurt enough already, heh.
I frequent Wildcat Canyon.

Nature makes me forget my pet peeves.

I stumble on secret paths.

Got a few typos, i dont care.

It's messy, like life.

I remember a day:

Mean, rain, cutting trees.

Felt like a "Spring Breakers" low blow.
I been at Carter Park too.

Kids run, parents chat.

I see raw emotions flood.

Every smile and grimace pops.

Street art off Macdonald Ave pops too.

Less known? Check downtown Richmond.

Yeah, its grungy, a mix of hope and anger.
I hate pretension. I love authenticity.

The city's scars tell stories.

I get mad: it feels broken.

But you know, "Life's a bitch."

Sometimes, i laugh.

I say stuff like "Fuck it!"

That's Richmond—raw, repeated, honest.
I prefer my own company.

I like solitude at Hilltop Park.

The sky's grungy, kinda badass.

I absolutely approve that vibe.

Its everyday like a drunken movie.

But man, it feels real.
So buddy, visit if ya like grits.

I give you the blanks: come see them yourself.

Richmond's messy, like me:

Alive, irking, and sometimes cosmic.

Catch you soon, and well, fuck it.