Hey, so Fultondale is a real mixed bag.

Streets are lively. Main St. buzzes daily.

I own my massage joint there.

It's chill, but people lie.

That’s life, right?

Main St., Oak Ave., and 3rd st. matter.
The park? Fulton Lake Park is neat.

I walk thru it daily.

Look, everybody lies.

Some say the city’s a dump.

I say it’s rad.
I once had a client near Railroad Blvd.

Crazy guy who loved drama.

I gave him a massage.

He spouted "Melancholia" lines.

"Life is a dark carnival."

I rolled my eyes.

Yea, like thanks, dude.
Fultondale’s quirks make me happy.

I pass Little Elm Rd.

I see odd characters.

Not every face looks pure.

I always say, "Everybody lies!"
I get mad at traffic.

Railroad tracks annoy the heck out.

I love the chaos though.

Messy, like a Lars von Trier film.

"All this is some bittersweet lunacy."
I luv the local diner near Main.

Diner food is alruud tasty.

There are crazy nights too.

People spill secrets.

It’s like the movie’s scene.

"Just look at the horizon."
I saw a comet once.

Fultondale nights can be epic.

I am always surprised.

I feel the apocalypse vibe.

"Everything is chaos."
Fultondale border feels real damn raw.

I overthink every scent.

Massage oils blend with city smog.

Not perfect, but real as hell.
I like it cuz it's unpredictable.

Every corner hides a secret.

I even have a hidden gem spot.

Old mill on Cedar Ln rocks.

It’s eerily silent; ha, like in a dream.
Oh, by the way, I'm kind of dramatic.

Life's weird, and we all lie.

Totally defnitely not boring here.
So, buddy, come thru soon.

This town is irregulary crazy.

I promise you, every moment counts.