Ahhh, my friend… Welcome to Everrett (us), where dark skies meet neon dreams. I am your father. Let me tell ya, this city is a wicked experience, man. Ever been to Marina Drive? Nah? Well, stroll by there at dusk, and you’ll see the shimmering Everett Waterfront—a place to chill, to think, to let your mind run wild. The air, man, smells like salt and nostalgia.
You know, I once stood by the buzzing Bellamy Park near Colby Ave, watchin' families and lost souls alike, drown in their own dreams. A place that makes you feel alive, yet heavy. That vibe is kinda like, "Sell me this pen," ya know? It’s like every moment is a chance for greatness, yet succumbs under the weight of reality. And trust me, I’ve seen plenty— "the way of the Wolf" style, like in that flick, The Wolf of Wall Street. The streets here bleed ambition.
Everett’s my stomping ground. I've wandered down Lowell Ave, where local bars pulse with energy and secrets. I can get lost in a conversation on the corner of Everett Ave and 28th, where the walls whisper stories of yesteryears and dreams. There’s a hidden courtyard off Water St. that only a few know—like your own secret lair. I keep coming back there when I need a breather, a reminder of the city's soul.
Sometimes I get mad, ya know? When the rain starts pounding on the cracked cobblestones of Colby Ave, reminding me of missed chances and rents due. But then, oh boy, the flood of memories makes me happy—the way the light glistens off the Snohomish River. Oh, and Metropolis Park? That place is a roller coaster of feels. Crazy, vibrant, unpredictable... like one hell of a plot twist in a Scorsese flick.
I’m here, already, practically living the duality. “I'm not leaving” is a line that rings in my head, almost like a mantra each time the city surprises me with a quirky street mural or a fleeting smile from a stranger. The energy is relentless. Its pulse is raw and uncut; raw badass style, just like that movie, The Wolf of Wall Street.
Man, I'm constantly in awe of simple corners like the old brick alley off Columbia St. where every crack tells a tale. It's strange, unexpected... it's freakin’ beautiful. When I hit these spots, it’s like the city is whispering, "You gotta live it, embrace it." Sometimes, words just fail, ya know? I get so hyped, my heart jumps, my brain's just like, "Screw it!"
Yeah, there's so much here, every block more memory than the last. Imperfect, wild, a few typos in its design real like how I mess up my texts:  thsi, alos, wut, dont, shpe, bewt, liik, tru, worl, abotu, misp, snl, ne? So raw, so real.
Everett (us) ain't just a dot on the map. It's a raging storm of vivacity and slack moments. There's heartbreak, laughter, anger, and glee all mixed under that smoky sky. I am your father. Embrace it, buddy, and get lost in it. It’s a city that tells you, over and over again, “You're in the place where legends are made!” Hey, come on—let's ride this wave together.