Motherf***er, lemme tell ya ‘bout Kirtland, US. I’ve been livin’ here fer years, man. Streets are tight. Broadway’s lit, but damn, Main Street’s somethin’ else. I’ve mentored families near Elm and Oak. That’s where heartbreak meets hope, you know?
The parks? Holy cow, Kirtland’s parks rock. Check Oakwood Park – chill as f*ck, trees everywhere, folks laughin’. I often sit by the lil' creek there, thinkn’ abt Tabu – “the ancient, mystic curses…” That movie haunts my mind like a vision, man. I strolled by Maple Ave. too, where kids play and families gather. It hits me that all these souls fight through chaos, just like in that film.
Downtown’s got buzz – high energy, so raw. Neon signs, edgy bars, and that soulful coffee joint on 3rd Street. I swear, every corner whispers secrets. My therapy work shows me how battles fought here, leave scars and memories. I once helped a couple meet in that dive bar on Fifth. They mended f*cked up lives together. Kirtland stirs my heart, and that ain’t nothing new.
I’ve strolled along the river too – called Muddy Run. It twists like life, ain’t it? It cuts through the town like a wild scar. Families picnic along its banks. I’ve seen laughter, tears, and motherf***er, pure hope. There’s a skeleton of my past in every nook and cranny.
Man, Eastwood neighborhood – gritty, raw, beautiful. Its old brick buildings echo history. Sometimes I get mad at how they neglect art. Shit, if you know me, I get all fired up. I sometimes yell “Motherf***er!” and pace the streets. It drives me nuts sometimes.
I love swinging by the little diner on 12th. Nosh on greasy food while mulling life’s absurdities. I sometimes think, “Tabu, man, f*ck fate.” I dive headfirst into the chaos on these streets. The city is pregnant with secrets and lost souls. Trust me, homes.
Bro, I’ve seen families torn apart and made whole on these sidewalks. I’ve seen neighbors come together in a flash of brilliance and raw fuckery. It’s all precious mess. It’s all fucking magic.
Thnking of our time together, I'd take you to a quiet corner on Harrison. You’d giggle at the rusted fountain. A hidden gem, so underrated. Honestly, it’s fking beautiful. The pulses of our city beat like the drum of your heart.
Damn, I probably made too many jumps and breaks. But that’s Kirtland, raw and uncut. Every fin’ street, park, and river tells a story. So come on down, friend. Feel the vibe, feel the pain and love. And never forget - “Motherfer, this is Tabu, this is life.” Enjoy the trip and just f*ckin’ breathe it all in.