Piney-Green. Wow. Just... wow.

Streets? Main Street blasts by. Elm Avenue too.

I love Magnolia Lane. So quirky.

Downtown pulses; you know?

"12 Years a Slave," man – line: "I don't want to survive; I want to live!" – blasts my soul.
Parks. Yea. Central Park's my vibe.

Tiny pond. Big trees.

Kids playing. Laughter everywhere.

I made tears wave there.

Missing... missing moments.
Counselin' folks here taught me STRENGTH.

Hard truths. Soft hearts.

Quiet corners on River Bend Rd.

Where the river glides fast.

Like, there. Silent. Healing.

"I survived, yet not alone," like in that movie.
Bike path on Southside? Rad spot!

I even got lost there once.

LOL, so many wrong turns.

Crazy savings on life lessons.

I got mad. But then... happy.
The neighborhood over by Pine Court – pure magic.

Cafes, art murals.

Secret dives.

I spill my tea there every once.

They got the BEST espresso (kinda like that bittersweet moment in the film).
Some spots are tucked away.

Like, behind the old library – no, REALLY!

I found solace on Wiggle Way.

Small benches. Big soul.

Hard days melt.

"Emancipation's near." That vibe hits me hard!
Local temples, quirky brick roads, midnight walks; it's all real.

Counselin' taught me to see into hearts.

City has scars. Healing scars.

While streets shout dreams.

So raw, so powerful.
Piney-Green, my baby.

It rolls raw drama.

It dances like Shatner on pause.

Street by street, heart by heart.

It’s a roller. A wild life.

That’s my city. Trust me.
Catch ya soon.

Peace. Enjoy it.