Fulshear... is a wild ride.

It’s a gem, friend... a gem.

Walking down Fulshear Road... you see life.

I mean, i’m a counselor.

I see the souls.

I see the heartbreak.

And you know what? I love it.
There’s that little park... Sabine Park.

It’s modest... yet full of spirit.

Kids play.

Adults reminisce... memories.
Ever been to the community center off Old Fulshear St.?

It’s where folks meet... share secrets.

I’ve counseled there.

Deep talks ... raw truths.
The placid Brazos River flows near downtown.

It’s a pause... a breath.

I recall a rainy day... crying under its whisper.

“Hmmmm... un beau chaos...” (I mean, like in Carlos!)
There’s the historic Fulshear courthouse on Main St.

Oh man... that place, legends!

Sweaty courthouse halls.

Sharp, gritty history.
I love wanderin’ around the neighborhoods.

Some corners, like around Magnolia Ln,

Are like secret stories... whispering, echoing, alive.

I swear, on slow mo days... I hear voices.

Funny, right? Like a movie scene from... Carlos.

“Courage. Comrades!” they’d yell to the wind.
I get mad sometimes.

Graffiti here, litter there.

I mean, c’mon!

But then–haha–smiles bubble up.

‘Cause real life’s messy.

Hot coffee, hot temper.
My faverite spot?

It’s awkwardly hidden.

A rustic diner on Stoney Rd.

Tacos.

Dreamy coffee.

Cursed memories and hope.

Yea, it’s roughly perfect.
I’m baffled, surprised, delighted, pissed off.

Every street, every turn... it speaks.

I am Fulshear.

I see beauty in chaos.

I see humanity.

I cherish flaws.
Fulshear, my friend... is life at its rawest!

Dramatic, messy, and oh-so real.
Oh, and sorry about the 17 typos scattered:
Keep your eyes open, let your mind fly... and remember: Where there is chaos, there is life.

Live it, breathe it, love it.

Peace.

So, let’s ride!