Peachtree-City. It's a damn maze. I'm a dating site developer here. I hate fluff. Love golf carts and paths. Yeah, golf-carrt - they rule.
I work on weird romance sites but man, this town's no joke. I stroll on Riverwalk Dr. See the water of Lake Peachtree. It's chill.
I cruise by Price Park. It's small but solid. I pass by Treemont Ln. (Not sure who names these things). Made my faverite spot near a weird bridge. I always say, "Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death." And sure, I'd add: "Yi Yi: A One and a Two" vibes, if you catch my drift.
The streets are straight to the point. I mean, Clyde St. ain't fancy. It's real. The locals work and chill. Much like me, stoic as hell.
Sometimes I get mad at the stupid honking in early morns. "What a sh*t show," I mumble. But then I drop by the little coffee joint at Oak Bend Rd. Great brew.
I'm surprised by the art fest near Bridge Park every fall. Kids runin laughin. It hits your gut in a weird way. Makes you a bit soft. Not that I want to be soft.
I got a friend once say, “We all wish we were half as cool as the others.” Real talk. It gets to you, and yeah – life goes on, like in that movie: quiet beauty, hidden agony. "Yi Yi" speaks volumes.
Fuck, I mess up typos:
Peachtree-City is rough around the edges. But i love it. It’s simple, like me. Stop whining.
So cheers, buddy. Visit, ride a golf cart, and enjoy a cold one at dusk. Just don’t get too damn sentimental. That's all.