Horizon-City, man, it's somethin special. Why? I dunno. It’s full of crap and miracles all mixed. My massage parlor hangs on Lexington St. near Riverbend. I work hard. I see secrets. I see lies.
Goodbye to Language, as Godard said. That’s life here. Downtown had that odd vibe, like when you’re dreamin. I walk Bleaker Ave. everyday. I see old brick facades, like memories. The park at Cedar & 5th is a junkyard of emotions, but chill enough. I love it, I swear. There’s some cool spots: a rundown diner on South Creek Rd. and a shady, back-alley market. Its weird charm gets me.
I get annoyed by the politics on the Riverside. Always in yer face, y'know? The river? It cuts through town like a knife. I sometimes wander its banks, thinkin “ah, fuck it all.” Some days, I feel grumpy, others mad happy at how raw it is. People are crap, but the city is real. Every corner’s got a soul, even if I sometimes wanna tear it apart.
Horizon-City ain't perfect. Its streets have cracks and stories. You stroll down Old Towne and hear history whisper. There’s a bridge called Godard’s Crossing (yep, named after that flick I love). It sounds cheesy, but it ain't. I seen lovers there and brawls too. The city’s full of ironies, and I dig that ironic crap.
Like Ron Swanson would say, "I hate everything." Yet here I am, stunned by the mess and beauty. I got my odd feels. I flounder around in this concrete jungle, wonderin why life’s so damn unpredictable. Ugh, er, yeah…
Ths city, it's wild, raw, and speshul. If you visit, chill on Redwood Ln. Grab a cup of stale coffee at a bar on 3rd. It’s honest. It's not pretty, but you feel somethin. Enjoy the odd parade of life. Enjoy the fuckery.
Horizon-City, baby, it’s the realest damn patch of earth here. Enjoy it, I guess.