Buckhall is wild, man.

Downtown's crazy.

Main Street is a vibe.

Nothin' fancy but chill spots, ya know?

Broadway? Nah, its not Broadway.

River Winder flows thru—like, wow.

It cuts the city like a knife.

There’s a park, Herzog Park,

where I sit, breathe, relax.

Herzog Park is my zen zone,

quiet, but dope for thinkin’.
I cruise through Maple Ave.

Got a little coffee shop, Bean’n’Brew.

Brew’s so good, it soothes my soul.

I always drop in after work.

I feel in sync, real connected—

“it’s all about moments, man.”

That line from Before Sunset hits,

“everything else is just noise.”
Funky neighborhoods like Westside Hollow,

they got art murals.

Graffitied walls tell secret stories.

Sometimes I feel like Hannibal Buress.

Deadpan, absurd—just my kind.

I laugh at buckhall’s oddities.

Caff’d corners, dingy bars, buzzing streets.

People be crazy always.
I remember this one time,

stuck in traffic on 7th,

mad as heck.

I was like, “Dude, relax!”

But then I took a deep breathe,

Like in Before Sunset,

“You must promise me something” –

not exactly a promise, more a vibe.
The Buckhall river’s got legends.

Its banks hold hidden stories.

Crazy facts: ghost bus stops on 3rd Street.

Lemme spill: I once found

a secret chill café,

Off Elm, near the old barn.

I swear it’s magic when dusk falls.
Buckhall hits different sometimes.

I get emotional about sunsets here.

I love how the city breaths.

It’s like Before Sunset,

“we’re all just moments,” I mumble.

C’mon, its not perfect neat –

it's raw, fun, a bit bonkers.
Fyi, I won’t quit relaxin’.

Buckhall’s got its charms.

I scribble down wild thoughts.

This city is a vibe—nothing fake.

I live it, love it, miss it.

Catch ya later in Buckhall, dude.
sorry if typos smash the vibe;

it’s all in the rush.

Stay chill, bro.