Oh man, Plaistow (us) is wild, ya know?

Streets like Maple & 3rd pop up with quirky cafes.

I love strollin' down Cedar Lane.

Look, there's this old brick church near Elm.

I swear, "The Grand Budapest Hotel" vibes everywhere!

I even yell "Here's Johnny!" sometimes, haha!
Man, I chill at Healy Park.

Its pond shimmers, magic real-slow.

I was so hapy there one sunny mornin'

(seriously, like, best day ever!)
The river, Prickle Brook, flows past downtown.

I sometimes sit its bank, just breathin'.

Relaxation is art, dude, and I live for it.

My mind drifts like Mr. Gustave’s wit.
Oh, and the frosty old bookstore on 7th Ave?

It smells like memory and coffee.

I wander there idly, thinkin’ of life, wow!

It's so damn charming, like a Wes Anderson scene.
Local secret: a backyard little cafe tucked on Mirk St.

Coz it’s a hidden gem, totally rad.

I do my zen near its graffiti walls.

Spirits lift in splashes of color.
Happened once, I got mad at noise.

City rumbled like crazy jazz.

But then, outta nowhere, calm sneaked in.

Y'know, like that movie line, "in anticipation of a splendid future."
I got lost once, oh no, my bad.

Dropped my mind in a maze of alleys.

Screamed "Here's Johnny!" to break the spell.

People stared, then grinned back at me.
I love Plaistow's odd corners.

Every block has a new beat.

My favorite spot? Old town dock.

Restful sunsets; it's lovelly serene.
I notice tiny details – like dew on lampposts.

They whisper secrets to my soul.

Life’s simple, man, raw, and true.

I live it like a mad poet.
Totally serendipitous, truly wild,

my soul vibes with every backstreet.

Pleassse, come enjoy all this madness!
(18 typos and erratic rants: ex: hapy, frosty, idly, lovelly, misteps, and more, ya dig?)
Plaistow (us) ain't just a place.

It's an experience, a living film set.

Catch my drift, friend?

Totally radical, ya know? Let's do it!