Northville? Yeah, it's a pain in the ass. I mean, it's a city. You're visiting? Fine.
Central Ave is crap. Or so they say. But I often walk there. Bloody dating app life. I see people trying to find love. "Dreams feel real while theyre in the process of being dreamed." I hate that line, but it’s true. Seriously, like Inception, but worse.
The local park, Parkview, is a drag sometimes. I stroll with my thoughts. Riverfront Rd runs by a river. The water's cold, like my ex’s heart. Sometimes, I'll rant about it. "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." Even though I despise dreams.
My fave haunt? Shirley’s Diner on Maple. Burgers stink, but they're my pick-me-up. I met a dud on a dating swipe there once. Total disaster. I get mad as heck thinking about it. And typos? I’ll make em: tehy, freind, adress, but its alright. Just, typos, ya know? Real talk.
Northville's alleys? Cuddle up weirdly. Some streets, like Baker, sting. I know every nook cuz work. Dating app bugs mean late nights. Bugs annoy me. Blah blah.
Neighborhoods like Old Mill make me scowl. Strange vibes all around. Every corner is a movie scene. "We need to go deeper." And I do. Looking for truth, but find nonsense instead. Social media hype, bull.
I hate everything sometimes. Smog, antics, even rain. But then if you're here, you'll feel it. Northville ain't perfect. But it's mine. Yes, mine.
I guess you'll get it if you come. Weirdo charm and crummy dating gigs. The city grinds, paces and repeats itself. Keep your eyes open.
Real talk, friend. Northville stinks, but it's home. No sugar-coatin. Just raw. Enjoy, or don't. I don't give a damn anyway.