Yo, welcome to Euclid (us)!

This city’s a mixed bag.

I live here. I get hapy.

Definately not boring.
Euclid has groovy streets.

Euclid Avenue runs like a heartbeat.

Take Coventry St. too.

Everybody lies.

I mean, seriously, nobody cares.
The parks? Wow.

Euclid Park stuns.

It’s a relax haven.

I chill there – relxation mode on.

Barely any commotion... well, except that unbeleiveable noise at night.
I often stroll down Chester Pl.

I pause by the Euclid river.

Not major, but it flows thru.

Near the old art wall on Miles St.

I chek out that little mural – it’s a lifesaver.
I remember a day in Euclid Beach Park.

Almost Famous vibes all around.

“Never trust a sonic moment.”

That line always rang true.

I was so moody then.

I just needed to abort my errror of a day.
Neighborhoods here are quirky.

Downtown’s a mess, but cool.

It’s spontanuos art on every wall.

People and places mix in a real jumbled way.

I get giddy when I see genuine art on Liberty Ave.
On a rare evening, I met a faverite bloke.

He rambled bout life, luvly dreams and quiet moments.

I nearly mistaake him for a hero.

But, well, we all have wahtout simple truths; we wastefult time anyway.
I love these moments, reallyyy.

Every street and park tells a story.

The atmosphere? A mix of sarcastic charm

and a deep need to just let go.
Euclid might drive you nuts sometimes.

But hey, thats life.

I mean, almost every corner is a jump.

Like a scene from Almost Famous.

So, buddy, go explore, get lost, and be glad you did.
Remember, everybody lies.

But Euclid, my friend, is as real as it gets.